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Full text of "Elim : or Hymns of holy refreshment"

FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D, 

BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 

THE LIBRARY OF 

PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 













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JAN 25 1934 



HYMNS OF HOLY REFRESHMENT. 



EDITED /BY THE 

REV. V. D. HUNTINGTON, D. D. 



'■'•And they came to Elim, njuhert tvere tivel<ve njoells 
of water, and threescore and ten palm-trees: and they 
encamped there by the ^waters." 




BOSTON: 
E. P. DUTTON AND COMPANY. 

NEW YORK : HURD AND HOUGHTON. 
1865. 



Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by 

E. P. DUTTON AND COMPANY, 

in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District 
of Massachusetts. 



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'They greet me midst the shadows cold, — 
Such thoughts as holy men of old 

Amidst the desert found', 
Such gladness as in Him they felt 
Who, <vuith them, through the darkness dwelt 

And compassed all around." 

RUSKIN. 



PREFACE. 




RAWN from many sources, fugitive 
and permanent, old and new, near and 
distant, open and obscure, the contents 
of this volume cannot be better introduced 
than in the language of the Preface of the 
<c Lyra Anglicana," — from which some of the 
most striking and valued pieces are taken, — by 
the Rev. R. H. Baynes, M. A. of St. Edmund 
Hall, Oxford, and Perpetual Curate of Holy 
Trinity, Adafdstone : — 

" A few words will explain the object of this Collection 
of Hymns and Sacred Songs. It is intended as a sup- 
plement to the many books of a similar character already 
published. I have therefore purposely excluded many 
well-known and favorite hymns, on the ground that 
nearly all of them are to be found in those Collections to 
which I have referred. A considerable number of those 
inserted in this Book will be new to the majority of read- 
ers, but I venture to believe that, when known and ap- 



vi Preface, 

predated, they will be added to the list of those Sacred 
Songs most dear to Christian hearts." 

" It would be almost impossible to overrate the value 
of really good hymns for private as well as public use. 
Next to the Bible itself, hymns have done more to influ- 
ence our views and mould our theology than any other 
instrumentality whatever. There is a power in hymns 
which never dies. Easily learned in the days of child- 
hood and of youth ; often repeated ; seldom, if ever, for- 
gotten, they abide with us, a most precious heritage, amid 
all the changes of our earthly life. They form a fitting 
and most welcome expression for every kind of deep re- 
ligious feeling : they are with us to speak of Faith and 
Hope in hours of trial and sorrow ; with us, to animate 
to all earnest Christian effort ; with us, as the rich Conso- 
lation of individual hearts, and as one common bond of 
Fellowship between the living members of Christ's mys- 
tical body." 

" If the present Collection should tend in any way to 
further these blessed ends, I shall indeed rejoice, and shall 
consider any labor on my part as more than abundantly 
repaid." 

To this may be fitly added Milton's musical 
prose definition of the purposes of such poetry : 

" To celebrate in glorious and lofty hymns the throne 
and equipage of God's almightiness ; and what lie works, 
and what He suffers to be wrought with high providence 
in His Church ; to sing victorious agonies of saints and 
martyrs, the deeds and triumphs of just and pious nations 



Preface. vii 

doing valiantly, through faith, against Christ's enemies; 
to deplore the general relapses of kingdoms and states from 
justice and God's true worship : Lastly, whatsoever in re- 
ligion is holy and sublime ; in virtue, amiable or grave .... 
all these things to paint out and describe, teaching over 
the whole book of sanctity and virtue, through all the 
instances of example, with such delight to those especially 
of soft and delicious temper, who will not so much as look 
upon Truth herself unless they see her elegantly dressed, 
— that whereas the paths of honesty and good life appear 
now to be rugged and difficult, though they be indeed 
easy and pleasant, they will then appear to all men easy 
and pleasant, though they were rugged and difficult in- 
deed.'" 

The "Palms" of Elim stand for majesty, 
strength, and victory. The " Fountains " are 
for fruitfulness, beauty, and peace. These re- 
freshing images represent the character of the 
grand and comforting compositions which are 
here brought together. Considering how rap- 
idly the stores of Sacred verse — including some 
of a really high order of poetical and spiritual 
excellence — have accumulated in our language 
within a few years, by research and by produc- 
tion, it may not be thought presumptuous to say 
that it has been endeavored to admit no one 
poem into this Collection that does not bear 



viii Preface. 

some mark of poetic power and of a clear spiritual 
discernment. The compiler thinks, with equal 
confidence, that the whole volume will be found 
to be pervaded with the blessed Doctrine and 
Spirit of Christ, our Sacrifice and our Righteous- 
ness, — the indwelling Light and Eternal Life 

of believing souls. 

F. D. H. 
All Saints' Day, 1864. 




CONTENTS. 



Pagt 

Reason and Faith . . C. F. Alexander i 

Repentance and Faith . Rev. JV. Alexander 3 

Believers not seeing . . Canterbury Hymnal 6 
" I know in whom I have believed " . .7 
" Seek ye my face — Thy face, Lord, will I seek " 

E. K. Blunt 9 

Strength in Weakness . . . C. L. Ford 11 

I said . . . Caroline A. Mason 13 

The Compass ..... 15 
Mont Blanc revisited . . . .16 

My Sheep hear my Voice . . . 18 

The Shadow of a Great Rock in a Weary Land . 20 
This is my Beloved and this is my Friend 

S. Bernard 23 
O Lord, Thou knowest ! 

Author of 11 Hymns from the Land of Luther " 25 
Rabbi, where dwellest Thou ? — Come and see 

Author of the " Three Wakings" 28 
The Well at Sychar 

Author of the " Three Wakings " 30 
Come, blessed Jesu . . . .32 
The Love of Christ which passeth Knowledge 

Christina G. Rossetti 34 

For us also . . . John Wesley 36 

The Israelites at the Red Sea . . 38 

The Way of Sorrows '. * W. Chatterton Dix 40 



x Contents. 

Page 
Emmaus . . . Thomas Grinfield 42 

Sunday Eve . . James D. Burns 44 

At the Door . . . Joseph Grigg 46 

Hymn for Epiphany . C. F. Alexander 48 

Rest . . . . . " H. L. Z,." 49 

" I am Thine " . . . . Gambold 51 

Jesus is God ! . . . Oratory Hymns 53 

Worthy the Lamb . Canterbury Hymnal 55 

I will not let Thee go . C. Wesley 57 

The Boy with the Five Loaves Lyra Innocentium 59 
Christ and the Little Ones . . . .62 

" My Meditation of Him shall be sweet " Toplady 65 
" Christ in you, the Hope of Glory " . Toplady 68 
Love of Love . . . . .69 

" Come unto Me" . . Stephen of Saba 71 

A Hymn of Angelus, of the Seventeenth Century 

C. Winkivorth 73 
Christ all in all . . IV. C. C. 75 

Jesus passeth by . . C. A. M. W. 76 

The Answer . . . . -78 

Christ's Word, "Abide "... 80 

Sunday next before Advent . . .82 

A Death-bed Hymn . . . 83 

The Three Wonders . IV. Chatterton Dix 85 

Come ! ye Lofty, Come ! ye Lowly Archer Gurney 87 
The Infant Jesus . . Oratory Hymns 89 

Midnight Christmas Communion . E. L. L. 91 

A Carol for Christmas-tide . . A. M. M. 94. 

Good Friday . . Canterbury Hymnal 96 

The Chastisement of our Peace was upon Him 98 

A Fine Day in Passion Week Ren). W. Alexander 100 
The Vigil . . . Anna Shipton 102 

Gethsemane .... Hart 104 

An Ancient Hymn for Maunday-Thursday : from 

the German . . . . .107 



Contents, xi 

Page 

At the Lord's Feast . M. B. Wheaton 109 
Touched with a Feeling of our Infirmities 

C.F.Alexander 112 
Not our Work . . . . .114 

The Grief of Pleasures . . Philip S. Worsley 115 

The Healer . . . Canterbury Hymnal 117 

" Made nigh by the Blood of Christ " J. Wesley 119 

Latus Salvatoris . . . M . Bridges 121 
The Cross and the Heart . . . .123 
The Bread that cometh down from Heaven 

C. IVads^worth 125 

The Miracles of Grace and Nature J. S. B. Monsell 127 

The Christian Altar .... 129 

The Oblation . . Christina G. Rossetti 130 

The Holy Feast . . . H. Alford 132 

The Hunger . . M. Bridges 133 

The Morning of Reception . W. G. Tupper 134 

This do in Remembrance of Me . . Bonar 136 

The True Bread . . . Bonar 139 
And when they had sung an Hymn, they went out 

unto the Mount of Olives Lyra Anglicana 141 

Holy Communion . . Richard Crashaiv 143 

Communion Hymn . . C. F. Alexander 145 
The Holy Communion 

Author of the " Three Wakings " 148 
The Completion of the Sacrifice of the Cross 

A. M. M. 150 
Rock of Ages — in Latin 



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itght Hon. W. L. Gladstone 


152 


Easter-Eve 


Archer Gumey 


i54 


Vigil of Easter-Eve 


Child's Christian Year 


156 


Christ risen 


Canterbury Hymnal 


158 


Easter Day 


Lyra Anglicana 


16c 


Hymn for Easter . 


. Bonar 


162 


Easter Celebration 


W. B. 


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xii Contents. 

Page 

Ascension . . . Canterbury Hymnal 167 

The Ceaseless Intercession . . C. S. 169 

Homeward Guide . . Arthur Tozer Russell 171 

The Lord's Knocking . . Herbert Kynaston 172 

How long ? 

Author of" Hymns from the Land of Luther " 174 

Behold, the Bridegroom cometh . . Laurent i 176 

Hymn for Advent . . C. F. Alexander 178 

The Blessed Hope . Re<v. H. G. Tom kins 180 

Even so come, Lord Jesus . . . Bonar 181 

Surely I come quickly . John S. B. Monsell 183 

Lighted Lamps . . Canterbury Hymnal 184 

The Second Advent .... 186 

A Litany to the Holy Ghost . Herrick 187 

The Spirit also helpeth our Infirmities 

Rev. H. G. Tom kins 188 
Lead me and guide me . . Nevuman 190 
Daily Service of the Church . . . 191 
On hearing Week-day Service at Westminster Ab- 
bey, Sept. 1858 . . S. F. 194 
Jacob's Ladder . Rev. W. Alexander 197 
The Lord's Day . . Sir E. B. Lytton 199 
Hymn for All Saints' Day Ren). H. G. Tomkins 201 
The Burial of Moses . C. F. Alexander 203 
Vision from the Apocalypse Rev. W. Alexander 207 
White Robes and Palms Child's Christian Year 210 
Before the Throne . Canterbury Hymnal 212 
" That where I am ye may be also " . .215 
Athanasius against the World 

Rev. W. R. Huntington 217 

Faith .... Miss Noble 219 

She hath done what she could . . C. L. Ford 222 

Behold, I stand at the Door and knock A. C. Coxe 224 

The Sun of Righteousness . C. F. Alexander 226 

The Wanderer . . E. L. Lee 229 



Contents. 



Xlll 



** Who can fcrgive Sins, but God only ? " 

Kyrie Eleison . . Catherine Winkvjorth 

I believe in the Resurrection of the Body 

A. L. Waring 
The Widow of Nain . . W. R. Neale 

The Grave at Bethany . . C. L. Ford 

The Maid is not dead, but sleepeth 
Strangers and Sojourners . Canterbury Hymnal 
Below and above . Rev. W. Alexander 

Now is our Salvation nearer than when we believed 

Carey 
The Death of the Christian 
Who, and whence 
Only waiting 
Going Home . 
The Jerusalem that is above 
No Night there 

" Thou art my Portion, O Lord " 
" Till the Change come " 



Rev. J. D. Burns 



Lyra Anglicana 

S. Bernard 

Canterbury Hymnal 



C. L. Ford 
Adelaide A. Procter 



The Mount of Olives . 

A Prayer . 

Rest and Peace in Truth 

Here is my Heart ..... 

A Soul's Entreaty .... 

Evening Hymn of the Greeks . Anatolius 

Even-song . . . Lyra Anglicana 

Lighten our Darkness . Lyra Anglicana 

An Evening Hymn . . Oratory Hymns 

Midnight ...... 

Morning . . Hymnologia Christiana 

Prayer tor the Gift of Gratitude 
In all Time of our Prosperity Edvoard C. Porter 
Aspiration ...... 

Day and Night Rev. John S. B. Monsell, LL. D. 
Discouraged because of the Way Christian Lyrics 



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xiv Contents. 

Page 

The Maid in Syria . Child's Christian Tear 311 

One by one . . . A. A. Proctor 313 
They that sow in Tears shall reap in Joy 

Author of the " Three Wakings " 315 

Christ at Sychar . . . Lyra Anglicana 317 

The Sages and the Shepherds . . . 319 
As one whom his Mother comforteth 

Lucy F- M. Mayo 320 

Something for Thee .... 322 

The Carver's Lesson .... 324 

Marah and Elim .... 327 



Cretio* 



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REASON AND FAITH. 

HROUGH paths of pleasant thought I 
ran, 
False science sang enchanted airs ; 
She told of nature and of man, 

And of the Godlike gifts he bears. 
But when I sat down by the way, 

•And thought out life, and thought out sin, 
The burning truths that round me lay, 
And all the weak, proud self within j 

Still in my single soul there wrought 

The sense of sin, the curse of doom, 
Till slowly broke upon my thought 

An Eastern olive-garden's gloom. 
Hung on Thy Cross 'twixt earth and heaven 

I saw Thee, Son of man Divine ; 
To Thee the bitter pain was given, 

But all the heavy guilt was mine. 
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Elim^ or Hymns 

I know the serpent touched my heart, 

I saw his trail on hand and brow ; 
No sinless thought, no perfect part, 

But sullied breast and broken vow. 
But then I felt my need of Thee, 

And pride's illusions passed away ; 
And oh ! that Thou hast died for me, 

Is more than all the world can say. 

The wounded fawn in yonder glade, 

Beside the doe seeks rest from harm ; 
The babe that scorned its mother's aid 

Flies to her at the least alarm. 
And thus I feel my need of Thee, 

When sin and pride would tempt me most; 
And oh ! that Thou hast died for me, 

Is more than all the sceptic's boast. 



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REPENTANCE AND FAITH. 

" Repentance toward God, and faith toward our Lord 
Jesus Christ." 

^ERE was a ship, one eve autumnal, 
onward 
Steered o'er an ocean lake, — 
Steered by some strong hand ever as if sun- 
ward ; 
Behind an angry wake, 
Before there stretched a sea that grew intenser, 

With silver fire far spread, 
Up to a hill mist-gloried, like a censer, 

With smoke encompassed ; 
It seemed as if two seas met brink to brink, 
A silver flood beyond a lake of ink. 

There was a soul that eve autumnal sailing 

Beyond the earth's dark bars, 
Toward the land of sunsets never paling, 

Toward Heaven's sea of stars ; 
Behind there was a wake of billows tossing, 



4 Elimy or Hymns 

Before a glory lay. 

happy soul ! with all sail set, just crossing 

Into the Far-away ; 
The gloom and gleam, the calmness and the 

strife, 
Were death before thee, and behind thee life. 

And as that ship went up the waters stately, 
Upon her topmasts tall 

1 saw two sails, whereof the one was greatly 

Dark, as a funeral pall. 
But oh ! the next's pure whiteness who shall 
utter ? 

Like a shell-snowy strand, 
Or when a sunbeam falleth through the shutter 

On a dead baby's hand ; 
But both alike across the surging sea 
Helped to the haven where the bark would be. 

And as that soul went onward, sweetly speeding 

Unto its home and light, 
Repentance made it sorrowful exceeding, 

Faith made it wondrous bright ; 
Repentance dark with shadowy recollections, 

And longings unsufficed, 



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Faith white and pure with sunniest affections 

Full from the face of Christ : 
But both across the sun-besilvered tide 
Helped to the haven where the heart would ride. 




Elim y or Hymns 




BELIEVERS NOT SEEING. 

|E were not with the faithful few 

Who stood Thy bitter cross around, 
Nor heard Thy prayer for those that 
slew, 
Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground ; 
We saw no spear-wound pierce Thy side : 
Yet we believe that Thou hast died. 

No angel's message met our ear 

On that first glorious Easter day, — 

" The Lord is risen, He is not here : 
Come, see the place where Jesus lay ! " 

But we believe that Thou didst quell 

The banded powers of death and hell. 

We saw Thee not return on high ; 

And now, our longing sight to bless, 
No ray of glory from the sky 

Shines down upon our wilderness : 
Yet we believe that Thou art there, 
And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer. 



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I KNOW IN WHOM I HAVE BELIEVED." 

ROM tangled ways by which I wan- 
dered far 
In realms of doubt unlit of moon or star, 
Where muttering fears and legioned phantoms 
are, 

Jesus, I come. 

'Tis not that I have found Thy temple's base, 
Or yet among the clouds its top can trace, 
Enough, henceforth I see its inner grace, 
Enough for me. 

How rolls Thy Jordan to the wondrous sea 
Of boundless Godhead still is hid from me, 
I have such need to be baptized of Thee, 
Dear Christ, I come ! 

I see Thy white feet on Judea's hills, 
I hear the melting flow of Kedron's rills, 
Time's dreary desert all that vision fills, 
I know not how. 



8 Elini) or Hymns 

The ages show their garnered sheaves of thought, 
By all the gleaning generations brought, 
Some secret mildew on them all hath wrought, 
No food is there. 

But in an upper room in Palestine 
Is one that giveth mystic bread and wine, 
I reach out for that nourishment divine, 
And faint no more. 

Oh, many hands tear down Thy fane to-day, 
Yet lo ! its stones all man's true building stay 5 
Give unto me the gold without the clay, 
Oh, great High Priest. 

The marvels of Thy beauty draws me so, 
The sweetness of Thy sacrificial woe, 
Divinest vision that the world can show, 
Stay in my sight ! 

Though Reason close this way her sullen door, 
Her scornful bolts shall baffle me no more, 
Faith hath her secret wings by which to soar ; 
Faith bear me in ! 




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"SEEK YE MY FACE — THY FACE, LORD, 
WILL I SEEK." 

HROUGH my life, Thy spirit striving 

From Thy holy place, — 
Wandering, I have heard Thy guiding, — 
" Child, seek ye my face." 
Wandering after earthly treasure, 

I have turned away ; 
Meanwhile, Thou my steps didst measure, 

Lest too far I 'd stray. 
And when at some idol's splendor 

I have laid my trust, 
Thou hast, with a care so tender, 
Trodden it to dust. 

Low beside some fountain streaming 

I have knelt to drink, 
There to quench my thirsty dreaming 

At its luring brink ; 
Thou didst trouble, then, the waters, 

Till I turn'd aside, 
And I knew it was an angel 

Touch'd its failing tide. 



10 Eliniy or Hymns. 

Now the living Fountain given 

Rises in its place, 
And I rise from earth to heaven, 

Seeking, Lord, Thy face ! 

High Thy altar-fire is burning ; 

There my lamp I light ; 
And my soul, from " strange fire " turning, 

Bows with veiled sight. 
Far behind me, o'er life's mountains, 

Fade my tents in night — 
Pilgrim from the wasted fountains — 

Follower after Light — 
Trembler for Thy love immortal — 

Listener, till Thou speak — 
Worshipper, " Seek ye my face," 

« Thy face, Lord, will I seek." 



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STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS. 

|ATHER ! for Thy kindest word 
Thankful songs to Thee I sing - y 
Sick at heart with hope deferred, 
All my cause to Thee I bring. 
Sweet the sound I hear from Thee, — 
Cast thy burden upon Me. 

As a father, bending low, 

Listens to his lisping child, 
So to me Thy pity show, 

By the world and sin beguiled. 
Holy is Thy law, and just ; 
Yet remember I am dust. 

Spare me, Thou who lov'st to spare ! 

Gently on me lay Thy hand ! 
Grasp the bruised reed with care ! 

Let the smoking flax be fanned j 



12 JSlim 9 or Hymns 

Firm my faltering steps uphold ; 
Tried, let me come forth like gold. 

Oh remember Him who died, 
With His life my soul to save j 

Let me clasp the Crucified, 
Till I reach the awful grave ; 

Then, the light affliction o'er, 

Heaven is mine forevermore ! 




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I SAID. 

HEN apple-blossoms in the spring 
Began their fragrant leaves to shed, 
And robins twittered on the wing, 
" 'T is time to sow my seeds," I said. 

So, patiently, with care and pains, 
My nurslings under-ground I spread. 

" The early and the latter rains 

Will reach them where they lie," I said. 

" The sun will nurse them, and the dew ; 

The sweet winds woo them overhead. 
No care of mine shall coax them through 

This black, unsightly mould," I said. 

And so I left them ; day by day, 

To gentle household duties wed, 
I went in quiet on my way : 

" God will take care of them," I said. 



And now *t is autumn j rich and bright 

My garden blooms, — blue, white, and red ; 



14- EIim y or Hymns 

A loyal show ! a regal sight ! 
And all is even as I said. 



My faithless heart ! the lesson heed ; 

No longer walk disquieted ; — 
Where the Great Sower sows the seed, 

All shall be even as He said. 

'T is spring-time yet ; behold, the years 
Roll grandly in, God overhead, 

When Thou shalt say, " Oh, bootless fears ! 
Lo ! all is even as He said." 





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THE COMPASS. 

HOU art, O God, my East ! In Thee 
I dawned : 
Within me ever let Thy day-spring 
shine ! 
Then for each night of sorrow I have mourned, 
I '11 bless Thee, Father, since it seals me 
Thine. 

Thou art, O God, my North ! My trembling 
soul, 

Like a charmed needle, points to Thee alone; 
Each wave of time, each storm of life, shall roll 

My trusting spirit forward to Thy throne. 

Thou art, O God, my South ! Thy fervent love 
Perennial verdure o'er my life hath shed, 

And constant sunshine from Thy heart of love, 
With wine and oil Thy grateful child hath fed. 

Thou art, O God, my West! Into Thy arms, 
Glad as the setting sun, may I decline ; 

Baptized from earthly storms and sin's alarms, 
Re-born, arise in Thy new heavens to shine. 



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MONT BLANC REVISITED. 




MOUNT beloved ! mine eyes again 
Behold the twilight's sanguine strain 
Along thy peaks expire j 

Mount beloved ! thy frontier waste 

1 seek with a religious haste 

And reverent desire. 

They greet me midst thy shadows cold, 
Such thoughts as holy men of old 

Amidst the desert found — 
Such gladness as in Him they felt 
Who with them through the darkness dwelt, 

And compass'd all around. 

Oh, happy ! if His will were so, 
To give me manna here for snow, 

And by the torrent-side 
To lead me as He leads His flocks 
Of wild deer, through the lonely rocks, 

In peace, unterrified. 



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Since, from the things that trustful rest, — 
The partridge, on her purple nest, 

The marmot in his den, — 
God wins a worship more resign'd — 
A purer praise than He can find 

Upon the lips of men, — 

Alas for man ! who hath no sense 
Of gratefulness or confidence, 

But still rejects and raves ; 
That all God's love can hardly win 
One soul from talcing pride in sin, 

And pleasure over graves. 

Yet let me not, like him who trod 
In wrath, of old, the Mount of God, 

Forget the thousands left, 
Lest, haply, when I seek His face, 
The whirlwind of the cave replace 

The glory of the cleft. 

And teach me, God, a milder thought, 
Lest I, of all Thy blood has bought, 

Least honorable be ; 
And this that moves me to condemn 
Be rather want of love for them 

Than jealousy for Thee. 



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MY SHEEP HEAR MY VOICE. 

ARKER than night, life's shadows fall 
around us, 
And, like benighted men, we miss our 
mark ; 
God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely 
found us, 
Ere Death finds out his victims in the dark! 

Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 
Come, weary souls! for Jesus bids you come! 

And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, 
The music of the Gospel leads us home. 



Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, 

And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, 
Kind Shepherd ! turn their weary steps to 
Thee. 



EIim y or Hymns. 19 

Cheer up, my soul ! faith's moonbeams softly 
glisten 
Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea ; 
And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen 
To those brave songs which angels mean for 
thee. 

Angels ! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, 
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; 
While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with 
weeping, 
Till life's long night shall break in endless 
love. 




2o Elim, or Hymns 



THE SHADOW OF A GREAT ROCK IN A 
WEARY LAND. 



HE rocky path still climbs the glowing 
steep 
Of Olivet ; 




Though rains of two millenniums wear it deep, 
Men tread it yet. 

Still to the gardens o'er the brook it leads, 

Quiet and low ; 
Before his sheep the shepherd on it treads, 

His voice they know. 

The wild fig throws broad shadows o'er it still, 

As once o'er Thee ; 
Peasants go home at evening up that hill 

To Bethany. 

And as when gazing Thou didst weep o'er 
them 

From height to height, 
The white roofs of discrowned Jerusalem 

Burst on our sight. 



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These ways were strewed with garments once 
and palm, 
Which we tread thus ; 
Here through Thy triumph on Thou passedst, 
calm, 
On to Thy Cross. 

The waves have washt fresh sand upon the 
shore 

Of Galilee; 
But chiselled on the hill-sides evermore, 

Thy paths we see. 

Man has not changed them in that slumbering 
land, 
Nor time effaced : 
Where Thy feet trod to bless we still may 
stand ; 
All can be traced. 

Yet we have traces of Thy footsteps far 

Truer than these ; 
Where'er the poor and tried and suffering are, 

Thy steps faith sees. 

Nor with fond, sad regrets Thy steps we trace ; 
Thou art not dead ! 



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Our path is onward till we see Thy face 
And hear Thy tread. 



And now wherever meets Thy lowliest band 

In praise and prayer, 
There is Thy presence, there Thy Holy Land,— 

Thou, Thou art there ! 



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THIS IS MY BELOVED AND THIS IS MY 
FRIEND. 




ESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts! 
Thou Fount of Life! Thou Light 
of men ! 

From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
We turn unfilled to Thee again. 

Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 

Thou savest those that on Thee call ; 
To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, 

To them that find Thee — All in All ! 

We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread, 
And long to feast upon Thee still ; 

We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head, 
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. 

Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, 
Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; 

Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, 
Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. 



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O Jesu, ever with us stay ! 

Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
Chase the dark night of sin away, — 

Shed o'er the world Thy holy light ! 




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O LORD, THOU KNOWEST! 

HOU knowest, Lord, the weariness 
and sorrow 
Of the sad heart that comes to Thee 
for rest. 
Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow, 

Blessings implored, and sins to be confest, — 
I come before Thee at Thy gracious word, 
And lay them at Thy feet — Thou knowest, 
Lord. 

Thou knowest all the past, — how long and 

blindly 
On the dark mountains the lost wanderer 

strayed, — 
How the Good Shepherd followed, and how 

kindly 
He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid, 
And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed 

the pain, 
And brought back life, and hope, and strength 



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Thou knowest all the present, — each tempta- 
tion, 

Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear ; 
All to myself assigned of tribulation, 

Or to beloved ones, than self more dear ! 
All pensive memories, as I journey on, 
Longings for vanished smiles, and voices gone ! 

Thou knowest all the future, — gleams of glad- 
ness, 
By stormy clouds too quickly overcast, — 
Hours of sweet fellowship, and parting sadness, 

And the dark river to be crossed at last : — 
Oh, what could confidence and hope afford 
To tread that path, but this, — Thou knowest^ 
Lord! 

Thou knowest, not alone as God, all-know- 
ing,— 
As man our mortal weakness Thou hast 
proved ; 
On earth, with purest sympathies o'erflowing, 
Oh, Saviour ! Thou hast wept, and Thou 
hast loved ! 
And love and sorrow still to Thee may come, 
And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home. 



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Therefore I come, Thy gentle call obeying, 
And lay my sins and sorrows at Thy feet, 

On everlasting strength my weakness staying, 
Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness com- 
plete : 

Then rising and refreshed, I leave Thy throne, 

And follow on to know as I am known ! 




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RABBI, WHERE DWELLEST THOU ? — 
COME AND SEE. 

ASTER, where abidest Thou ? 

Lamb of God, 't is Thee we seek, 
For the wants which press us now 
Other aid is all too weak. 
Canst Thou take our sins away ? 
May we find repose in Thee ? 
From the gracious lips to-day, 

As of old, breathes, " Come and see.'* 

Master, where abidest Thou ? 

We would leave the past behind ; 
We would scale the mountain's brow, 

Learning more Thy heavenly mind. 
Still a look is all our lore, 

The transforming look to Thee ; 
From the living Truth once more 

Breathes the answer, " Come and see." 

Master, where abidest Thou ? 
How shall we Thine image best 






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Bear in light upon our brow, 

Stamp in love upon our breast ? 
Still a look is all our might : 

Looking draws the heart to Thee, 
Sends us from the absorbing sight 

With the message, " Come and see." 

Master, where abidest Thou ? 

All the springs of life are low \ 
Sin and grief our spirits bow, 

And we wait Thy call to go. 
From the depths of happy rest, 

Where the just abide with Thee : 
From the Voice which makes them blest, 

Comes the summons, " Come and see." 

Christian ! tell it to thy brother, 

From life's dawning till its end ; 
Every hand may clasp another, 

And the loneliest bring a friend j 
Till the veil is drawn aside, 

And from where her home shall be, 
Bursts upon the enfranchised Bride 

The triumphant " Come and see." 



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THE WELL AT SYCHAR. 

HEY have stopped the sacred well 

which the Patriarchs dug of old, 
Where they watered the patient flocks 
at noon, from the depths so pure and 
cold ; 
Where the Saviour asked for drink, and found 

at noon repose : 
But the living spring He opened then no human 
hands can close. 

They have scattered the ancient stones, where 

at noon He sat to rest : 
None ever shall rest by that well again, and 

think how His accents blessed : 
But the Rest for the burdened heart, the Shade 

in the weary land, 
The riven Rock, with its living streams, forever 

unmoved shall stand. 

Earth has no Temple now, no beautiful House 
of God, 



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Or earth is all one temple-floor, which those 

sacred feet have trod. 
But in Heaven there is a Throne, a Home, anc 1 

a House of Prayer ; 
Thyself the Temple ; Thyself the Sun. Our 

pilgrimage endeth there ! 




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E/im> or Hymns 



COME, BLESSED JESU. 

HE Galilean fishers toil 

All night, and nothing take ; 
But Jesus comes, — a wondrous spoil 
Is lifted from the lake. 




Lord, when our labors are in vain, 

And vain the help of men, 
When fruitless is the care and pain, 

Come, blessed Jesu, then ! 

The night is dark, the surges fill 
The bark, the wild winds roar; 

But Jesus comes ; and all is still, — 
The ship is at the shore. 

O Lord, when storms around us howl, 

And all is dark and drear, 
In all the tempests of the soul, 

O blessed Jesu, hear! 



A frail one thrice denying Thee 
Saw mercy in Thine eyes ; 



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The penitent upon the tree 
Was borne to Paradise. 

In hours of sin and deep distress 

O show us, Lord, Thy face \ 
In penitential loneliness, 

O give us, Jesu, grace ! 

The faithful few retire in fear 

To their closed upper-room ; 
But suddenly, with joyful cheer, 

They see their Master come. 

Lord, come to us, unloose our bands, 

And bid our terrors cease, 
Lift over us Thy blessed hands, 

Speak, holy Jesu, Peace. 

In days when Faith will scarce be found, 

And wolves be in the fold, 
When sin and sorrow will abound, 

And Charity wax cold, 

Then hear Thy Saints, who to Thee pray 

To bring them to their home ; 
Hear, when the Bride and Spirit say, 

" Come, blessed Jesu, come! " 



34 Elim, or Hymns 




THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH 
KNOWLEDGE. 

l^Mf BORE with thee long weary days and 
nights, 
Through many pangs of heart, through 
many tears ; 
I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights, 
For three and thirty years. 

Who else had dared for thee what I have dared ? 
I plunged the depth most deep from bliss 
above ; 
I not My flesh, I not My spirit spared : 
Give thou Me love for love. 

For thee I thirsted in the daily drouth, 

For thee I trembled in the nightly frost : 
Much sweeter thou than honey to My mouth : 
Why wilt thou still be lost ? 

I bore thee on My shoulders and rejoiced : 
Men only marked upon My shoulders borne 



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The branding cross ; and shouted hungry- 
voiced, 
Or wagged their heads in scorn. 

Thee did nails grave upon My hands, thy name 
Did thorns for frontlets stamp between Mine 
eyes : 
I Holy One, put on thy guilt and shame, 
I, God, Priest, Sacrifice. 

A thief upon My right hand and My left ; 

Six hours alone, athirst, in misery : 
At length in death one smote My heart, and 
cleft 
A hiding-place for thee. 

Nailed to the racking cross, than bed of down 
More dear, whereon to stretch Myself and 
sleep : 
So did I win a kingdom — share My crown ; 
A harvest — come and reap. 




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lyrrn 




FOR US ALSO. 

ESU ! behold, the Wise from far, 
Led to Thy cradle by a star, 

Bring gifts to Thee, their God 
and King ! 
O guide us by Thy light, that we 
The way may find, and still to Thee 
Our hearts, our all, for tribute bring ! 

Jesu ! the pure, the spotless Lamb, 
Who to the Temple humbly came, 

Duteous, the legal rites to pay! 
O make our proud, our stubborn will 
All Thy wise, gracious laws fulfil, 

Whate'er rebellious nature say ! 



Jesu ! who on the fatal wood 

Pour'dst out Thy life's last drop of blood, 

Nailed to the accursed shameful cross ! 
O may we bless Thy love, and be 
Ready, dear Lord, to bear for Thee 

All shame, all grief, all pain, and loss ! 



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Jesu! who by Thine own love slain, 
By Thine own power took'st life again, 

And Conqueror from the grave didst rise ! 
O may Thy death our souls revive, 
And ev'n on earth a new life give, 

A glorious life, that never dies! 

Jesu ! who to Thy heaven again 
Return'dst in triumph, there to reign, 

Of men and angels sovereign King ! 
O may our parting souls take flight 
Up to that land of joy and light, 

And there forever grateful sing ! 

All glory to the sacred Three, 
One undivided Deity ! 

All honor, power, and love, and praise ! 
Still may Thy blessed Name shine bright 
In beams of uncreated light, 

Crowned with its own eternal rays ! 





38 Elirriy or Hymns 



THE ISRAELITES AT THE RED SEA. 

EHIND them lies the desert waste ; 
Before, the pathless deep ; 
And on their track with vengeful haste 
Egypt's dark squadrons sweep ; 
Till in the sunset's last red glow 
Flashes the armor of the foe ! 

Then rose to Heaven a mighty cry ; 

A people's voice was on the air, — 
In every heart, in every eye, 

Rebellion and despair : 
"Why didst thou thus our steps beguile ? 
Were there no graves beside the Nile ? 

" Where are the pleasant things and fair 

That grow by Egypt's streams ? 
Is this lone waste, the lion's lair, 

The Canaan of our dreams ? — 
This dark blue sea, this barren strand, 
The pathway to the Promised Land ? M 

The word is spoken ! — o'er the wave 
Is stretched the leader's mystic rod j 



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And safely, through the yawning grave 

Where human foot had never trod, 
They reach at dawn the distant shore, — 
Their buried foes are seen no more. 

O Lord, when, like Thy sons of old, 
We wander through a barren waste, 

Where Hope is faint and Love is cold, 
And bitter to our earthly taste 

The stream that in the desert flows, 

The daily bread Thy hand bestows, — 

When haunting dreams of pleasant things 
Make the lone wilderness more drear, 

Where every hour in passing brings 

Some present pain, some threatening fear, 

And stretched before our shrinking eyes, 

Like a dark sea, the future lies, — 

Then, Lord, be Thou at hand to guide, 
Thy Cross be there our path to mark : 

Though high may swell the stormy tide, 
In Heaven is light, though earth be dark. 

Like those who crossed that Eastern sea, 

We shall be safe who trust in Thee ! 



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THE WAY OF SORROWS. 

LORD, the wilderness to me 

A very Paradise shall be, 
Since Thou for forty days wast there, 
In fasting, solitude, and prayer ! 

Unworthy though these feet to rest 
On ground Thy footsteps once have blest, 
The way of sorrows shall be mine, 
Made sweet because it first was Thine. 

Lord, let me find some lowly place 
Where I may seek Thy pitying face, 
And plead with Thee by Olivet, 
By agony, and bloody sweat. 

Some quiet aisle or dim recess 
Shall make for me a wilderness ; 
And surely Angels shall be there 
To wait on penitence and prayer. 



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Nor is this all : for I would know 
The depth of shame, the crown of woe, 
Stand by the stricken Mother's side, 
While Thou art mocked and crucified. 

And then in hours of saddest gloom 
I still will watch around Thy tomb, 
Till with the day new joy be born, 
And Thou shalt rise on Easter-morn. 

Oh, blessed thought, that faith can see 
In every altar — Calvary, 
Find there the loving arms outspread, 
And fall before the fallen Head. 

Come King of kings, come Light of light : 
The Bride awaits the day all bright, 
When she shall lift, her mourning o'er, 
The shout of Paschal joy once more. 




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jEV/Vw, or Hymns 



EMMAUS. 




HEY talked of Jesus, as they went; 

And Jesus, all unknown, 
Did at their side himself present 
With sweetness all His own. 
Swift, as He oped the sacred word, 

His glory they discerned ; 
And swift, as His dear voice they heard, 
Their hearts within them burned. 

He would have left them, but that they 

With prayers His love assailed : 
" Depart not yet ! a little stay ! " 

They pressed Him, and prevailed. 
And Jesus was revealed, as there 

He blessed and brake the bread : 
But, while they marked His heavenly air, 

The matchless Guest had fled. 



And thus at times, as Christians talk 

Of Jesus and His word, 
He joins two friends amidst their walk, 

And makes, unseen, a third. 






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And oh ! how sweet their converse flows, 

Their holy theme how clear, 
How warm with love each bosom glows, 

If Jesus be but near ! 

And they that woo His visits sweet, 

And will not let Him go, 
Oft, while His broken bread they eat, 

His soul-felt presence know : 
His gathered friends He loves to meet 

And fill with joy their faith, 
When they with melting hearts repeat 

The memory of His death. 

But such sweet visits here are brief; 

Dispensed from stage to stage, 
(A cheering and a prized relief,) 

Of faith's hard pilgrimage. 
There is a scene where Jesus ne'er, 

Ne'er leaves His happy guests \ 
He spreads a ceaseless banquet there, 

And love still fires their breasts. 



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44 Elirri) or Hymns 



SUNDAY EVE. 




TIME of tranquil joy and holy feeling' 
When over earth God's spirit from 
above 

Spreads out His wings of love ! 
When sacred thoughts, like angels, come ap- 
pealing 
To our tent-doors ; O eve, to earth and heaven 
The sweetest of the seven ! 

How peaceful are thy skies ! thy air is clearer. 
As on the advent of a gracious time : 

The sweetness of its prime 
Blesseth the world, and Eden's days seem nearer: 
I hear, in each faint stirring of the breeze, 

God's voice among the trees. 

O while thy hallowed moments are distilling 
Their fresher influence on my heart like dews, 

The chamber where I muse 
Turns to a temple ! He, whose converse thrilling 
Honored Emmaus, that old eventide, 

Comes sudden to my side. 



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'T is light at evening time when Thou art pres- 
ent ; 
Thy coming to the eleven in that dim room 

Brightened, O Christ ! its gloom : 
So bless my lonely hour that memories pleasant 
Around the time a heavenly gleam may cast, 

Which many days shall last! 

Raise each low aim, refine each high emotion, 
That with more ardent footstep I may press 

Toward Thy holiness ; 
And, braced for sacred duty by devotion, 
Support my cross along that rugged road 

Which Thou hast sometime trod ! 

I long to see Thee, for my heart is weary : 

O when, my Lord ! in kindness wilt Thou come 

To call Thy banished home ? 
The scenes are cheerless, and the days are 

dreary j 
From sorrow and from sin I would be free, 

And evermore with Thee ! 



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46 Elim, or Hymns 




AT THE DOOR. 

EHOLD ! a Stranger's at the door ! 
He gently knocks, has knocked before, 
Has waited long, is waiting still j 
You treat no other friend so ill. 

But will He prove a Friend indeed ? 
He will ! the very Friend you need ! 
The Man of Nazareth, 't is He, 
With garments dyed at Calvary. 

Rise, touched with gratitude Divine ; 
Turn out His enemy and thine, 
That hateful, hell-born monster, sin ; 
And let the Heavenly Stranger in. 

If thou art poor, (and poor thou art,) 
Lo! He has riches to impart ; 
Not wealth, in which mean avarice rolls ; 
O better far! the wealth of souls ! 



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Thou 'rt blind ; He '11 take the scales away, 
And let in everlasting day : 
Naked thou art ; but He shall dress 
Thy blushing soul in righteousness. 

Admit Him, for the human breast 
Ne'er entertained so kind a guest : 
Admit Him, for you can't expel ; 
Where'er He comes, He comes to dwell. 

Admit Him, ere His anger burn ; 
His feet, departed, ne'er return ! 
Admit Him ; or the hour 's at hand 
When at His door denied you'll stand. 

Yet know, (nor of the terms complain,) 
If Jesus comes, He comes to reign ; 
To reign, and with no partial sway ; 
Thoughts must be slain, that disobey! 

Sovereign of souls ! Thou Prince of Peace ! 
O may Thy gentle reign increase ! 
Throw wide the door, each willing mind ! 
And be His empire all mankind ! 




48 E/im, or Hymns 



HYMN FOR EPIPHANY. 

HE wise men to Thy cradle throne, 
O Infant Saviour, brought of old 
The incense meet for God alone, 
Sharp myrrh, and shining gold. 

Shine on us too, sweet Eastern star, 
Thine own baptized Gentile band, 

Till we have found our Lord from far, 
An offering in our hand. 

Till we have brought the fine gold rare, 
Of zeal that giveth all for love ; 

Till we have prayed the glowing prayer, 
Like incense borne above. 

Till bitter tears our eyes have wet, 
Because our wilful hearts would err ; 

Worship, and love, and sorrow met, 
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh. 

All meet for Thee our own Adored, 
Our suffering Saviour, God, and King ; 

Accept the gold and incense, Lord, 
Accept the myrrh we bring. 



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REST. 




EST, weary heart, 

1 From all thy silent griefs, and secret 
pain, 

Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain ; 
Wisdom and love have ordered all the past, 
All shall be blessedness and light at last j 
Cast off the cares that have so long opprest ; 

Rest, sweetly rest ! 

Rest, weary head ! 
Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb : 
Light from above has broken through its gloom ; 
Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay, 
Where He shall wake thee on a future day, 
Like a tired child upon its mother's breast, 

Rest, sweetly rest ! 

Rest, spirit free ! 
[n the green pastures of the heavenly shore, 
Where sin and sorrow can approach no more, 

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\ymns 



With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed, 
Beside the streams of Life eternal led, 
Forever with thy God and Saviour blest, 
Rest, sweetly rest ! 




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"I AM THINE." 

HAT I am Thine, my Lord and God ! 
Sprinkled and ransom'd by Thy blood, — 
Repeat that word once more, 
With such an energy and light, 
That this world's flattery or spite 

To shake me never may have power. 

From various cares my heart retires ; 
Though deep and boundless its desires, 

I 'm now to please but One : 
He, before whom the elders bow, 
With Him is all my business now, 

And with the souls that are His own. 

This is my joy, (which ne'er can fail,) 
To see my Saviour's arm prevail ; 

To mark the steps of grace ; 
How new-born souls, convinced of sin, 
His blood reveal'd to them within, 

Extol my Lord in every place. 



52 Elim, or Hymns 

With these my happy lot is cast : 
Through the world's deserts, rude and waste, 
Or through its gardens fair ; 
Whether the storm of malice sweeps, 
Or all in dead supineness sleeps ; 
Still to go on be my whole care. 

See ! the dear flock by Jesus drawn, 
In blest simplicity move on j 

They trust His shepherd's crook. 
Beholders many faults will find, 
But they can tell their Saviour's mind ; 

Content, if written in His Book. 

No, my dear Lord, in following Thee, 
Not in the dark uncertainly, 

This foot obedient moves : 
9 T is with a brother and a King, 
Who many to His yoke will bring ; 

Who ever lives and ever loves. 

Now then, my Way, my Truth, my Life ! 
Henceforth let sorrow, doubt, and strife 

Drop off, like autumn leaves ; -^— 
Henceforth, as privileged by Thee, 
Simple and undistracted be 

My soul, which to Thy sceptre cleaves. 



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JESUS IS GOD! 

ESUS is God ! the glorious bands 

Of golden angels sing 
Songs of adoring praise to Him, 
Their Maker and their King. 
He was true God in Bethlehem's crib, 

On Calvary's cross true God, 
He who in Heaven eternal reigned, 
In time on earth abode. 

Jesus is God ! there never was 

A time when He was not : 
Boundless, eternal, merciful, 

The Word the Sire begot ! 
Backward our thoughts through ages stretch, 

Onward through endless bliss, — 
For there are two eternities, 

And both alike are His ! 

Jesus is God ! let sorrow come, 
And pain, and every ill ; 



54 Elim y or Hymns 

All are worth while, for all are means 

His glory to fulfil ; 
Worth while a thousand years of life 

To speak one little word, 
If by our Credo we might own 

The Godhead of our Lord ! 

Jesus is God ! O could I now 

But compass land and sea, 
To teach and tell this single truth, 

How happy should I be ! 
O had I but an angel's voice, 

I would proclaim so loud, 
Jesus, the good, the beautiful, 

Is everlasting God ! 

Jesus is God ! If on the earth 

This blessed faith decays, 
More tender must our love become, 

More plentiful our praise. 
We are not angels, but we may 

Down in earth's corners kneel, 
And multiply sweet acts of love, 

And murmur what wc feel. 



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WORTHY THE LAMB. 

ERE on earth, where foes surround us, 
While our trembling souls within 
Feel the fetters which have bound us, 
Feel the burden of our sin ; 
Lord, on Thee alone relying, 

Strength we crave to burst our chain, 
Ever pleading, ever crying, 

" Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." 

In those high and holy regions 

Where the blest Thy praise prolong, 
Cherubs and seraphic legions 

Know no theme of nobler song; 
White-robed saints, who there adore Thee 

Throned above the glassy main, 
Sing, and cast their crowns before Thee, 

" Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." 



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Thus Thy Church, whate'er her dwelling, 

Heaven above or earth below, 
One harmonious chorus swelling, 

Loves her Saviour's praise to show : 
Here in trial, there in glory, 

Changeless rings the immortal strain, 
Changeless sounds the wondrous story, 

u Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." 




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I WILL NOT LET THEE GO. 




OME, O Thou Traveller unknown, 
Whom still I hold, but cannot see 1 
My company before is gone, 
And I am left alone with Thee ; 
With Thee all night I mean to stay, 
And wrestle till the break of day. 

I need not tell Thee who I am ; 

My misery and sin declare ; 
Thyself hast call'd me by my name ; 

Look on Thy hands and read it there : 
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou ? 
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now. 



In vain Thou strugglest to get free, 
I never will unloose my hold : 

Art Thou the Man that died for me ? 
The secret of Thy love unfold : 

Wrestling, I will not let Thee go. 

Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 



58 Elim^ or Hymns 

Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal 

Thy new, unutterable name ? 
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell ? 

To know it now, resolved I am : 
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go : 
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 

My prayer hath power with God : the grace 

Unspeakable I now receive ; 
Through faith I see Thee face to face ; 

I see Thee face to face, and live ! 
In vain I have not wept and strove ; 
Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 

I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art, 
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend : 

Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, 
But stay, and love me to the end : 

Thy mercies never shall remove ; 

Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 

The Sun of Righteousness on me 

Hath risen, with healing in His wings ; 

Wither'd my nature's strength, from Thee 
My soul its life and succor brings ; 

My help is all laid up above ; 

Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 



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THE BOY WITH THE FIVE LOAVES. 

HAT time the Saviour spread His feast 
For thousands on the mountain's side, 
One of the last and least 
The abundant store supplied. 

Haply, the wonders to behold, 

A boy 'mid other boys he came, 
A lamb of Jesus' fold, 

Though now unknown by name. 

Or for his sweet obedient ways 

The Apostles brought him near, to share 
Their Lord's laborious days, 

His frugal basket bear. 

Or might it be, his duteous heart, 

That led him sacrifice to bring 
For his own simple part, 

To the world's hidden King ? 



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Well may I guess how glow'd his cheek, 
How he look'd down, half pride, half fear; 

Far off he saw one speak 
Of him, in Jesus' ear. 

" There is a lad, — five loaves hath he, 
And fishes twain ; but what are they 

Where hungry thousands be ? " 
Nay, Christ will find a way. 

In order, on the fresh green hill, 

The mighty Shepherd ranks His sheep, 

By tens and fifties, still 

As clouds when breezes sleep. 

Oh, who can tell the trembling joy, 
Who paint the grave, endearing look, 

When from that favored boy 
The wondrous pledge He took ? 

Keep thou, dear child, thine early word ; 

Bring Him thy best : who knows but He, 
For his eternal board, 

May take some gift of thee ? 

Thou prayest without the veil as yet ; 
But kneel in faith ; an arm benign 



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Such prayers will duly set 
Within the holiest shrine. 

And prayer has might to spread and grow ; 

Thy childish darts, right aim'd on high, 
May catch Heaven's fire, and glow 

Far in the eternal sky ! 

Even as He made that stripling's store 
Type of the feast by Him decreed, 

Where angels might adore, 
And souls forever feed. 



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Elim^ or Hymns 




CHRIST AND THE LITTLE ONES. 

HE Master has come over Jordan," 

Said Hannah, the mother, one day ; 
" Is healing the people who throng Him 
With a touch of His ringer, they say. 

"And now I shall carry the children, — 
Little Rachel, and Samuel, and John ; 

I shall carry the baby, Esther, 
For the Lord to look upon." 

The father looked at her kindly, 
But he shook his head and smiled : 

" Now who but a doting mother 
Would think of a thing so wild ! 



" If the children were tortured by demons, 
Or dying of fever, — 't were well, — 

Or had they the taint of the leper, 
Like many in Israel." 



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" Nay, do not hinder me, Nathan, 

I feel such a burden of care, — 
If I carry it to the Master 

Perhaps I shall leave it there. 

" If He lay His hand on the children, 

My heart will be lighter I know, 
For a blessing for ever and ever 

Will follow them as they go." 

So over the hills of Judah, 

Along by the vine-rows green, 
With Esther asleep on her bosom, 

And Rachel her brothers between ; 

'Mong the people who hung on His teaching, 
Or waited His touch and His word, 

Through the row of proud Pharisees listening, 
She pressed to the feet of the Lord. 

" Now why shouldst thou hinder the Master," 
Said Peter, " with children like these ? 

Seest not how from morning till evening 
He teacheth, and healeth disease ? " 

Then Christ said : " Forbid not the children. 
Permit them to come unto me \" 



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And He took in His arms little Esther, 
And Rachel He set on His knee ; 

And the heavy heart of the mother 
Was lifted all earth-care above, 

As He laid His hands on the brothers, 
And blest them with tenderest love : 

As He said of the babes in His bosom, 
" Of such are the kingdom of heaven ; 

And strength for all duty and trial, 
That hour to her spirit was given. 




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«MY MEDITATION OF HIM SHALL BE 
SWEET." 

HEN languor and disease invade 
This trembling house of clay, 
'T is sweet to look beyond our cage, 
And long to soar away. 

Sweet to look inward, and attend 

The whispers of His love ; 
Sweet to look upward to the throne, 

Where Jesus pleads above. 

Sweet to look back, and see my name 
In life's fair book mark'd down ; 

Sweet to look forward, and behold 
Eternal joys my own. 

Sweet to reflect how grace divine 

My sins on Jesus laid ; 
Sweet to remember that His blood 

My debt of suffering paid. 
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Sweet in His righteousness to stand, 
Which saves from second death ; 

Sweet to experience, day by day, 
His Spirit's quickening breath. 

Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, 
Whose love can never end ; 

Sweet on His covenant of grace 
For all things to depend. 

Sweet in the confidence of faith 
To trust His firm decrees ; 

Sweet to lie passive in His hand, 
And have no will but His. 

Sweet to rejoice in lively hope 

That when my change shall come, 

Angels will hover round my bed, 
And waft my spirit home. 

There shall my dis-imprison'd soul 

Behold Him and adore ; 
Be with His likeness satisfied, 

And grieve and sin no more : 

Shall see Him wear that very flesh 
On which my guilt was lain ; 



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His love intense, His merit fresh, 
As though but newly slain. 

Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear 
The trumpet's quickening sound ! 

And by my Saviour's power rebuilt, 
At His right hand be found. 

These eyes shall see Him in that day ; 

The God that died for me ; 
And all my rising bones shall say, 

Lord, who is like to Thee ! 

If such the views which grace unfolds, 

Weak as it is below, 
What raptures must the Church above, 

In Jesu's presence, know ! 

If such the sweetness of the stream, 

What must that fountain be, 
Where saints and angels draw their bliss 

Immediately from Thee ! ' 

O may the unction of these truths 

Forever with me stay ; 
Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd, 

My spirit flies away ! 



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« CHRIST IN YOU, THE HOPE OF 
GLORY." 

UPREME High-Priest, the pilgrim's 
light, 
My heart for Thee prepare ; 
Thine image stamp, and deeply write 

Thy superscription there : 
Ah, let my forehead bear Thy seal, 

My arm Thy badge retain ; 
My heart the inward witness feel 
That I am born again ! 

O that the penetrating sight 

And eagle's eye were mine I 
Undazzled at the boundless light 

Of Majesty divine : 
That with the armies of the sky 

I, too, may sit and sing, 
Add, Saviour, to the eagle's eye, 

The dove's aspiring wing. 



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LOVE OF LOVE. 

" Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the 
floods droivn it ; if a man ivould give all the substance 
of his house for love, it ivould utterly be contemned." 
— Cant. viii. 7. 

jOVE, in all its depth and height, 
I will sing, and never weary, — 
Love, which malceth life so bright, 
And the drooping heart so cheery, — 
Love, whose fountain is with God, 

And whose streams, in Christ descending, 
Flow where'er His footsteps trod, 
With all human blessings blending. 

Love, in all its strength and might, 

I will sing, and I will prove it; 
Love eternal, infinite, 

Loveth me, and I will love it. 
All I am, or hope to be, 

From that fount of life descending, 
Riseth like a well in me, 

Ever fresh and never ending. 



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Sunbeams dancing on the sea, 

South wind blowing o'er the meadow, 
Bird and blossom on the tree, 

Summer shine and summer shadow, — 
Outward glancings of the Love 

That within, in fadeless beauty, 
Lights and leads my steps above, 

Up the rugged paths of duty. 

Love ! my God and King Thou art ! 

Ever will I bow before Thee ; 
Ever shall this grateful heart 

Own Thy kingdom and adore Thee ; 
Neither life nor death can e'er 

From Thy love, my Saviour, sever ; 
Love hath made the sinner dear, 

And that love endureth ever. 




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"COME UNTO ME." 

RT thou weary ? art thou languid ? 
Art thou sore distrest ? 
" Come to Me," saith One, " and 
coming, 

Be at rest! " 



Hath He marks to lead me to Him, 

If He be my Guide ? 
" In His feet and hands are wound-prints, 

And His side." 

Is there diadem, as monarch, 

That His brow adorns ? 
" Yea, a crown in very surety, 

But of thorns ! " 

If I find Him, if I follow, 

What His guerdon here ? 
" Many a sorrow, many a labor, 

Many a tear." 



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If I still hold closely to Him, 

What hath He at last ? 
" Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, 

Jordan past ! " 

If I ask Him to receive me, 

Will He say me nay ? 
" Not till earth, and not till heaven 

Pass away ! " 

Tending, following, keeping, struggling, 

Is He sure to bless ? 
" Angels, martyrs, prophets, pilgrims, 

Answer, Yes." 




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A HYMN OF ANGELUS, OF THE 
SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. 




LOVE, who formedst me to wear 

The image of Thy Godhead here ; 
Who soughtest me with tender care 
Through all my wanderings wild and drear 5 
O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
Thine ever, only Thine to be. 

O Love, who ere life's earliest dawn 

Thy choice on me hath gently laid ; 
O Love, who here as man wast born, 
And wholly like to us wast made ; 
O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
Thine ever, only Thine to be. 

O Love, who once in time wast slain, 

Pierced through and through with bitter woe •, 



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O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain, 
That we eternal joy might know ; 
O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
Thine ever, only Thine to be. 

O Love, of whom is truth and light, 

The Word and Spirit, life and power, 
Whose heart was bared to them that smite, 
To shield us in our trial hour j 
O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
Thine ever, only Thine to be. 

O Love, who lovest me for aye, 

Who for my soul dost ever plead ; 
O Love, who didst my ransom pay, 
Whose power sufficeth in my stead ; 
O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
Thine ever, only Thine to be. 

O Love, who once shalt bid me rise 
From out this dying life of ours ; 
O Love, who once o'er yonder skies 
Shall set me in the fadeless bowers ; 
O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
Thine ever, only Thine to be. 



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CHRIST ALL IN ALL. 

AY, art thou wounded, feeble, weak ? 
In Jesus thy Physician seek ; 
!S ^^ Does fever strike, or parching thirst ? 
He is thy Fountain, best and first ; 
Or, art thou bowed beneath sin's load ? 
He is thy Justice — fly to God ; 
Does soul or body sickness thrall ? 
He is the health of both, and all. 

If thou wouldst fly the mists of night, 
The Sun of Justice is thy light ; 
He bids the tongue-tied spirit speak, 
Unties it in confession meek : 
Or seek ye food ? He gives thee bread ; 
Thou art by heavenly manna fed : 
O hidden God, what harm can fall ? 
He gives Himself, He gives thee all. 



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JESUS PASSETH BY. 

HOU passest by — Thy awful step I 
hear ; 
Thou passest by — thy five dread 
wounds I see ; 
Thou passest by — Thy saving cross I clasp 
With penitential tears of agony. 

Thou passest by — I will not let Thee go 
Until Thy mercy streams into my soul ; 

I am sin-laden ; lift the burden ofF, 

For Thou alone canst heal and make me 
whole. 

Renew my spirit with unswerving faith, 

While pondering on the path Thy saints 
have trod ; 

With hope and courage nerve this feeble frame 
To follow Thee, thou ever-present God. 



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Thou passest by — I pray to be illumed 

With grace and light ; so shall the darkness 
flee: 

And these dim eyes, Thou ascended Lord, 
In rapture recognize and gaze on Thee. 




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THE ANSWER. 

HE merry world did, on a day, 

With his trainbands and mates agree 
To meet together where I lay, 
And all in sport to jeer at me. 

First, Beauty crept into a rose, 

Which, when I plucked not, Sir, said she, 
Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? 

But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. 

Then Money came ; and, chinking still, 
What tune is this, poor man ? said he ; 

I heard in music you had skill ; 

But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. 

Then came brave Glory puffing by, 
In silks that whistled, who but he ? 

He scarce allowed me half an eye ; 
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. 






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Then came quick Wit and Conversation, 
And he would needs a comfort be ; 

And, to be short, make an oration ; 
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. 

Yet when the hour of Thy design 

To answer these fine things shall come, 

Speak not at large ; say, I am Thine ; 
And then they have their answer home. 



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CHRIST'S WORD, "ABIDE." 

|ERPETUAL peace flows from that 
word, 
A fountain by our Lord supplied ; 
The twelve who followed Him, how oft they 
heard 
Their Teacher say, Abide ! 

It hangs — a bough of promises, 

Thick blossoming on every, side ; 
" I will not leave you comfortless," He says, 

" If ye in me Abide." 

Lord, let my heart be wholly Thine ; 

I would not with the world divide ; 
E'en as the branch abideth in the vine, 

Would I in thee Abide. 

" Abide in me, and I in you." 

Would I to Thee were so allied ! 
Then would be one who now, alas I are two : 

When shall I thus Abide ? 



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Near old Emmaus, had it been 

With me Thou walked'st at eventide, 

Would I have asked Thee, as a stranger, in, 
Or said, " My Lord ! Abide ? " 

Alas ! I too have walked with Thee — 
My whole way darkly by Thy side ; 

I now invite Thee, Lord ! come in with me — 
Not tarry, but Abide ! 

Oh, Jesus ! make my dwelling Thine ! 

Sit at my board, and there preside, 
Till I can call Thy heavenly mansion mine, 

And there Thy guest Abide. 

Yet lifted to Thy presence oft, 

Down — of my own weak faith — I glide. 
Lend me again Thy wings to mount aloft, 

Then make me there Abide ! 

Come, oh, Lord Jesus ! quickly come!. 

Why should I live, since Thou hast died ? 
Earth is a cross, and life a martyrdom ; 

Let me with Thee Abide ! 
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82 Elim^ or Hymns 



SUNDAY NEXT BEFORE ADVENT. 

" Thou art fair, my love ; there is no spot in thee.' 1 '' - 
Cant. iv. 7. 

WOULD that I were fairer, Lord ! 
More what Thy bride should be, — 
More meet to be the sharer, Lord, 
Of love and heaven with Thee ; 
Yet if Thy love with me Thou 'It share, 
I know that love can make me fair. 

O would that I were purer, Lord ! 

More filled with grace divine! — 
O would that I were surer, Lord, 

That my whole heart is Thine ! 
Were it so pure that I might see 
Thy beauty, I would grow like Thee. 

O would that I could higher, Lord, 

Above these senses live ! 
Each feeling, each desire, my Lord, 

Could wholly to Thee give ! 
The love I thus would daily share, 
That love alone would make me fair. 



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A DEATH-BED HYMN. 

E would see Jesus \ " for the shadows 
lengthen 
Across this little landscape of our 
life. 
M We would see Jesus," our weak faith to 
strengthen 
For the last weariness — the final strife. 

u We would see Jesus ; " for life's hand hath 
rested, 
With its dark touch, upon both heart and 
brow, 
And though our souls have many a billow 
breasted, 
Others are rising in the distance now. 

" We would see Jesus," the great rock founda- 
tion, 
Whereon our feet were set by sovereign 
grace ; 
Not life, nor death, with all their agitation, 
Shall thence remove us if we see His face. 



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" We would see Jesus." Other lights are 
paling, 
Which for long years we have rejoiced to see *, 
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing ; 
We would not mourn them, for we go to 
Thee. 

" We would see Jesus ; " yet the spirit lingers 
Round the dear object it has loved so long ; 
And earth from earth can scarce unclose its 
fingers ; 
Our love to Thee makes not this love less 
strong. 

" We would see Jesus." Sense is all too 
blinding, 
And heaven appears too dim, too far away ; 
We would see Thee, to gain a sweet reminding 
That Thou hast promised our great debt to 
pay. 

"We would see Jesus;" this is all we 're 

needing : 

Strength, joy, and willingness come with the 

sight j 

We would see Jesus, — dying, risen, pleading ; 

Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night. 



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THE THREE WONDERS. 

HE wonder-working Master 
Once deigned His race to save, 
When dry land for His people 
He made the Red Sea wave : 
Now born for us, all willing, 
Of maiden pure and sweet, 
The path to heavenly mansions 
He opens to our feet. 



The bush unburned most truly 

Portrays the holy womb, 
Whence sprang the Word Incarnate 

To loose the ancient doom, 
And all the bitter sorrows 

Of Eva's curse to stay, 
The Word, who hither wended 

Our sin to do away. 



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To Him, with God the Father 

In substance truly one, 
One with mankind, from all men 

Be laud forever done : 
God to our human nature, 

To our mortality 
In form conjoined, we worship, 

And Him we glorify. 

Thee, Word of God eternal, 

Who wert before the sun, 
The star showed to the Magi, 

A poor and suffering One : 
Thee, swaddled in a manger, 

They saw with glad accord, 
And hailed Thee with rejoicing, 

True Man, and yet the Lord. 





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COME! YE LOFTY, COME! YE LOWLY. 

OME ! ye lofty, come ! ye lowly, 
Let your songs of gladness ring, 
In a stable lies the Holy, 
In a manger rests the King : 
See, in Mary's arms reposing, 

Christ by highest heaven adored : 
Come ! your circle round him closing, 
Pious hearts that love the Lord. 



Come ! ye poor, no pomp of station 

Robes the Child your hearts adore : 
He, the Lord of all salvation, 

Shares your want, is weak and poor : 
Oxen, round about behold them, 

Rafters naked, cold, and bare, 
See! the shepherds, God has told them 

That the Prince of Life lies there. 



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Come ! ye children, blithe and merry, 

This one Child your model make j 
Christmas holly, leaf, and berry, 

All be prized for His dear sake ; 
Come! ye gentle hearts and tender ; 

Come ! ye spirits keen and bold ; 
All in all your homage render, 

Weak and mighty, young and old. 

High above a star is shining, 

And the Wise Men haste from far : 
Come ! glad hearts, and spirits pining : 

For you all has risen the Star. 
Let us bring our poor oblations, 

Thanks, and love, and faith, and praise : 
Come ! ye people, come ! ye nations. 

All in all draw nigh to gaze. 

Hark! the heaven of heavens is ringing — 

Christ the Lord to man is born : 
Are not all our hearts, too, singing — 

Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn ? 
Still the Child, all power possessing, 

Smiles as through the ages past ; 
And the song of Christmas-blessing 

Sweetly sinks to rest at last. 



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THE INFANT JESUS. 

EAR little One ! how sweet Thou art, 
Thine eyes how bright they shine, 
So bright, they almost seem to speak 
When Mary's look meets Thine ! 

When Mary bids Thee sleep, Thou sleep'st, 

Thou wakest when she calls \ 
Thou art content upon her lap, 

Or in the rugged stalls. 

Simplest of Babes ! with what a grace 

Thou dost Thy mother's will ! 
Thine infant fashions well betray 

The Godhead's hidden skill. 

When Joseph takes Thee in his arms, 

And smooths Thy little cheek, 
Thou lookest up into his face 

So helpless and so meek. 



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Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, 

A thing of smiles and tears ; 
Yet Thou art God, and heaven and earth 

Adore Thee with their fears. 

Yes ! dearest Babe ! those tiny hands, 

That play with Mary's hair, 
The weight of all the mighty world 

This very moment bear. 

Art Thou, weak Babe, my very God ? 

O I must love Thee then, — 
Love Thee, and yearn to spread Thy love 

Among forgetful men. 



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MIDNIGHT CHRISTMAS COMMUNION. 

UT on the world, unheeded, came there 
One at midnight hour, 
A lowly maid His mother, and a 
manger-stall His bed ; 
Out on the cold, cold winter, when the snow 
lay on the ground, 
He came a tender Infant to Bethlehem's 
humble shed. 

Out on the world, unheeded — none knew 
that He was God, 
Save His parents, and the shepherds, and the 
strangers from afar ; 
These were His sole adorers — the courtiers of 
the King, 
The world saw not the rising of the bright 
and morning Star. 



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Out on the world, forsaken, poor, He comes to 
sinners still, 
When storms are raging fiercely, and 't is 
night because of sin ; 
Out on the cold, cold winter — to their thank- 
less hearts He comes, 
And they turn their faces from Him, and will 
not take Him in. 

Out on the world, neglected — careless Chris- 
tians love Him not 
While in our temples dwelling, veiled in 
mystery most high ; 
Unbelieving they reject Him — they will not 
own their Lord, 
Out on the cold, cold winter — for they pass 
unmindful by. 

But every lowly bosom which receives him 
tenderly 
He strengthens with His presence, and His 
blessing comfort brings ; 
What joy to that poor dwelling when the Lord 
of Glory comes — 
Another Bethlehem's manger to enthrone the 
King of kings. 



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Such be my heart, dear Jesus, this blessed 
Christmas morn ; 
Cold, cold the world unheeding, but my 
Guest vouchsafe to be ; 
Though mean and poor the dwelling, true my 
heart's glad welcome is, 
And this my prayer unceasing — Stay Thou 
evermore with me. 

Out on the world, forsaken — Oh, regard Thy 
children's love — 
Our tears be reparation for the slights upon 
Thee thrown ; 
May the Church's great salvation, Thy holy 
sacrifice, 
Avail for all the thankless, and for all our 
sins atone. 

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Till death our voices hush, 
Till we join the Church triumphant, and 
reach the Fount of grace ; 
There no more the hidden presence, nor Eu- 
charistic rite, 
But the Bridegroom's marriage supper, and 
to see Him face to face. 



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A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS-TIDE. 

|OW lift the carol, men and maids, 
Now make exultant singing, 
This day the Well of Life first sprang — 
Who shall declare its springing ? 
It is the birthday of our Peace ; 
This day for man, the weary, 
The everlasting Son of God 
Was born of blessed Mary. 

He was not born in such sweet days 

As we of yore remember ; 
It was not sunny summer-time, 

Oh, it was bleak December : 
Over our heads the sun is bright, 

Beneath the snowfalls slacken, 
So, unto this dark wintry world 

He came, the dead to quicken. 



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He did not bring a royal train, 

A host no man could number ; 
Nor lay begirt by damask, folds, 

Nor lulled by harp to slumber ; 
Oh, He was wrapped in swathing bands 

Whose might o'erspans the heaven, 
And a poor trough, whence oxen fed, 

For His first rest was given. 

He lies not in the manger now — 

Far o'er the sapphire portal 
At the right hand of Power He sits, 

Who was this day made mortal : 
All in the highest, holiest place, 

Where there may dwell none other, 
There our own Manhood sits enthroned, 

There is our Elder Brother. 

The birthday of our God and King — 

Lo ! we are called to greet Him ; 
The everlasting Bridegroom comes, 

to to ' 

Oh, go ye out to meet Him. 
This is the end of all below, 

The crown of Love's best story ; 
Christ stands and knocks — oh, happy souls, 

Receive the King of Glory. 



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GOOD FRIDAY. 




ESU, mighty Sufferer! say, 
How shall we this dreadful day 
Near Thee draw, and to Thee pray ? 



We, whose proneness to forget 

Thy dear love, on Olivet, 

Bathed Thy brow with bloody sweat ; — 

We, who still in thought and deed 

Often hold the bitter reed 

To Thee, in Thy time of need j — 



Canst Thou pardon us, and pray, 
As for those who on this day 
Took Thy precious life away ? 



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Yes, Thy blood is all my plea ; 
It was shed, and shed for me, 
Therefore to Thy cross I flee. 

Jesu, deign in love to take 
Pity on my soul, and make 
This day bright for Thy dear sake. 




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THE CHASTISEMENT OF OUR PEACE 
WAS UPON HIM. 



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«55||ARKLY rose the guilty morning, 
When, the King of Glory scorning 
Raged the fierce Jerusalem : 
See the Christ, His Cross upbearing, 
See Him stricken, spit on, wearing 
The thorn-platted diadem. 

Not the crowd whose cries assailed Him, 
Not the hands that rudely nailed Him, 

Slew Him on the cursed tree ; 
Ours the sin from Heaven that called Him, 
Ours the sin whose burden galled Him 

In the sad Gethsemane. 

For our sins, of glory emptied, 
He was fasting, lone, and tempted, 

He was slain on Calvary ; 
Yet He for His murderers pleaded, — 
Lord, by us that prayer is needed ; 

We have pierced, yet trust in Thee. 



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In our wealth and tribulation, 

By Thy precious Cross and passion, 

By Thy blood and agony, 
By Thy glorious resurrection, 
By Thy Holy Ghost's protection, 

Make us Thine eternally. 




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A FINE DAY IN PASSION WEEK. 

HERE is a rapturous movement, a green 
growing 
Among the hills and valleys once again, 
And silent rivers of delight are flowing 
Into the hearts of men. 

There is a purple weaving on the heather, 

Night drops down starry gold upon the furze, 
Wild rivers and wild birds sing songs together, 
Dead Nature breathes and stirs. 

Is this the season when our hearts should follow 

The Man of Sorrows to the hill of scorn ? 
Must not our pilgrim grief be scant and hollow 
On such a sunny morn ? 

Will not the silver trumpet of the river 

Wind us to gladsomeness against our will — 
The subtle eloquence of sunlight shiver 
What sadness haunts us still ? 



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If I might choose, those notes should all be 
duller, 
That silver trump should fail in Passion 
Week j 
The mountain-crowning sky wear one pale 
color, 
Pale as my Saviour's cheek. 

And day and night there should be one slow 
raining, 
With mournful plash, upon the moor and 
moss, 
And on the hill one tree its bare arms straining, 
Bare as my Saviour's Cross. 

Nay ! if thy heart were sorrowful exceeding, 

Its pulses big with that divinest woe, 
These natural things would only set it bleeding 
To think it could be so ; 

To think that guilty and degraded Nature 

Could look as joyful as she looketh now, 
When the warm blood has dropped from her 
Creator 
Upon her branded brow. 



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THE VIGIL. 

" When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock 
that is higher than /." — Psalm lxi. 2. 

ATHER, my cup is full! 
My trembling soul I raise; 
Oh, save me in this solemn hour, 
Thy might and love to praise ! 

Father, my cup is full ! 

But One hath drunk before, 
And for our sins Thy face was hid, 

When the bitter draught ran o'er. 




Father, my cup is full ! 

But Thou dost bid me drink; 
I know Thy love the chalice mixed, 

And yet I faint — I shrink. 



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Alone He drank the cup, 
The holy, sinless One, 

That not one soul on earth again 
Should drain the dregs alone. 

Father, forsake me not ! 

Oh, Christ! I look to Thee; 
And by Thy midnight agony, 

Do Thou remember me. 



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104 



Elim^ or Hymns 



GETHSEMANE. 



ESUS, while He dwelt below, 
As divine historians say, 
To a place would often go ; 
Near to Kedron's brook it lay j 
In this place He loved to be ; 
And *t was named Gethsemane. 

'T was a garden, as we read, 

At the foot of Olivet, 
Low, and proper to be made 

The Redeemer's lone retreat : 
When from noise He would be free, 
Then He sought Gethsemane. 



Thither, by their Master brought, 
His disciples likewise came ; 

There the heavenly truths He taught 
Often set their hearts on flame ; 

Therefore they, as well as He, 

Visited Gethsemane. 



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Came at length the dreadful night ; 

Vengeance, with its iron rod, 
Stood, and with collected might, 

Bruised the harmless Lamb of God ; 
See, my soul, thy Saviour see, 
Prostrate in Gethsemane. 

View Him in that olive-press, 

Wrung with anguish, 'whelm'd in blood ! 
Hear Him pray in His distress, 

With strong cries and tears, to Goaf*: 
Then reflect what sin must be, 
Gazing on Gethsemane. 

Gloomy garden, on thy beds, 

Wash'd by Kedron's water-pool, 

Grow most rank and bitter weeds, 
Think on these, my soul, my soul ! 

Would'st thou sin's dominion see ? 

Call to mind Gethsemane. 

Hither, Lord, Thou didst resort 
Oft-times with Thy little train ; 

Here would'st keep Thy private court, 
Oh ! confer that grace again : 

Lord, resort with worthless me 

Oft-times to Gethsemane. 



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True, I can't deserve to share 

In a favor so divine ; 
But since sin first fix'd Thee there, 

None have greater sins than mine ; 
And to this my woful plea, 
Witness thou, Gethsemane ! 

Sins against a holy God ; 

Sins against His righteous laws ; 
Sins against His love, His blood, 

Sins against His name and cause, 
Sins immense as is the sea : 
— Hide me, O Gethsemane ! 

Saviour, all the stone remove 
From my flinty, frozen heart ; 

Thaw it with the beams of love, 
Pierce it with Thy mercy's dart ; 

Wound the heart that wounded Thee ; 

Break it in Gethsemane ! 




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AN ANCIENT HYMN FOR MAUNDAY- 
THURSDAY: FROM THE GERMAN. 

N those dark hours of bitter woe, 
When depths of agony 
Bound Me to dust, I bade it flow - 
My blood, in streams for thee : 
I stood alone, My hands were bound ; 

Beneath the scourge I stood ; 
From their long furrows to the ground 

Fast fell the Holy blood. 
My child, oh, this was all for thee j 
Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ? 

They put on Me a robe of scorn, 
Bade thorns My crown to be j 

I gladly bore it, could have borne 
More still for love of thee ; 

They gave Me then the cross to bear, 
And many a word was said 



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Against My holy name, but ne'er — 

Love from My heart ne'er fled. 
My child, oh, this was all for thee ; 
Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ? 

The Gentile's spear hath pierced My side ; 

Lo ! from My heart within 
Water and blood, a priceless tide, 

Flow forth to cleanse from sin. 
Have I left anything undone, 

So thou by it might'st be 
Brought back, My lost, My loved one ? 

Have I not died for thee? 
My child, oh, this was all for thee ; 
Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ? 

For thee I was content to die, 

To shame and anguish moved ; 
And now, upon My throne on high 

I love as then I loved ; 
To thee My flesh and blood are given — 

The pure soul's mystic food — 
And thou shalt be with Me in heaven 

When thou hast pass'd death's flood. 
My child, oh, this was all for thee ; 
Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ? 



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AT THE LORD'S FEAST. 




j COME, O Lord, to Thy dear face, 
Weary and laden, seeking grace. 
My God ; my Refuge \ show to me 

Thy miracle of mercy free. 

Behold me here before Thy throne, 

Thou God in flesh and suffering shown, 

To find my rest in Thee alone ; 

I feel the heavy weight of sin, 

I long for peace, and here begin 

To taste its heavenly feast within. 

To Thee I pray, in hopeful trust, 
All spotted o'er with earthly dust ; 
For Thou hast blotted out my stain, 
And made me Thine own child again. 
I think of all Thy suffering's power, 
Thy precious words in Thy last hour, 
Thine anguish mighty to redeem, 
Thy heart's most precious saving stream, 



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To reconcile the world to Thee ; 
Emmanuel, God with us, with me. 

Rejoice in Him, rejoice, my soul, 

He makes thee new, and white, and whole ; 

He at His table bids thee rest, 

In His dear Home a welcome guest. 

Ere thou canst call, His answer mild 

Replies to thee, " Take courage, child ; 

Thou art forgiven, in Me despised, 

Into My death thou art baptized." 

Arising from that healing flood 

Praise with thy life His precious blood. 

" Eternal life is now thy part. 
By no false trust, or Satan's art, 
By no delusive smile or frown, 
Let man or devil take thy crown. 
I make now My abode in thee ; 
I am the Vine — abide in Me ; 
So shalt thou yield abundant fruit, 
Growing in Me, thy stock and root." 

Yes, Lord ! my joy is in Thy Law, 
Which kings and prophets never saw. 



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Thy wondrous sacrifice shall still 
Give triumph to my halting will. 
O make me worthy, from this day, 
On Thee my trembling heart to stay ; 
May true repentance ever prove 
The sanctifying power of love. 
Prolong Thou my unworthy breath 
To honor Thy life-giving death. 




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TOUCHED WITH A FEELING OF OUR 
INFIRMITIES. 

HEN, wounded sore, the stricken 

soul 
Lies bleeding and unbound, 
Only one Hand, a pierced Hand, 
Can salve the sinner's woynd. 

When sorrow swells the laden breast, 

And tears of anguish flow, 
One only Heart, a broken Heart, 

Can feel the sinner's woe. 

When penitence has wept in vain 

Over some foul dark spot, 
One only stream, a stream of blood, 

Can wash aWay the blot. 

*T is Jesus' blood that washes white, 

His Hand that brings relief, 
His Heart that 's touched with all our joys, 

And feeleth for our grief. 



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Lift up Thy bleeding Hand, O Lord, 
Unseal the cleansing tide ; 

We have no shelter from our sin 
But in Thy wounded side. 



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Elim, or Hymns 



NOT OUR WORK. 




EARY, working, plodding one, 
Wherefore toil you so? 
Cease your " doing ; " all was done 
Long, long ago ! 
Jesus, from His lofty throne, 

Stooped to do and die ; 
Everything was fully done — 
" 'T is finished ! " was His cry. 
Jesus paid it all J 

All that e'er was due. 
And nothing either great or small 
Remains for me to do ! 



Till to Jesus' work you cling, 

By a simple faith, 
" Doing" is a deadly thing, 
" Doing" ends in death. 
Cast your deadly u doing " down, 
Down at Jesus' feet ; 

Stand in Him, in Him alone, 

Glorious and complete 1 
Jesus paid it all ! 



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THE GRIEF OF PLEASURES. 

HROUGH miry paths I labored on ; 
Dark fell the mist, I could not see ; 
But when my feet were almost gone, 
A Voice said — Turn, and look on Me. 

Who com'st Thou, taunted like a thief 
By hard men, joyous in Thy fall ? 

Who art Thou, yearning pale with grief 
To some friend in the Judgment-hall ? 

O glance too kind for broken vow, 
For crime sinned often and afresh ! 

O thorns, that wring the purest brow 
Made ever yet from human flesh ! 

printed hands, O printed feet, 

O side, dug to the quick with steel! 

1 marvel, but no answering heat 

Strikes through my breast, to make it feel. 



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Ah, Lord ! but if Thy grace impart 
True sorrow for my inward stain, 

That look will pierce me to the heart, 
That crown will tear me to the brain. 

Those marks upon Thy feet and hands, 

That furrow in Thy sinless side, 
Will sear me as with iron brands 

While I with Thee hang crucified. 

Nay, but the world — too far, too much 
She lures me with her power to please. 

How can I bear Thy healing touch 
To rob me of my sweet disease ? 

I bathe me in a false delight, 

Chew dust for bread : yet, Lord, I pray, 
Come, for without Thee day is night, 

Come now, for with Thee night is day. 

Yea, by Thy love, Thy toil to save, 

Thy prayer, Thy groans, Thy bloody sweat, 

Thy death, Thy rising from the grave, 

Look down from heaven, and hear me yet. 



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THE HEALER. 




HEN across the heart deep waves of 
sorrow 
Break, as on a dry and barren shore ; 
When hope glistens with no bright to-morrow, 
And the storm seems sweeping evermore ; 

When the cup of every earthly gladness 
Bears no taste of the life-giving stream, 

And high hopes, as though to mock our sadness, 
Fade and die as in some fitful dream ; 

Who shall hush the weary spirit's chiding, 
Who the aching void within shall fill ? 

Who shall whisper of a peace abiding, 
And each surging billow calmly still ? 

Only He whose wounded heart was broken 
With the bitter cross and thorny crown, 

Whose dear love glad words of joy had spoken, 
Who His life for us laid meekly down. 



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Blessed Healer ! all our burdens lighten ; 

Give us peace, Thine own sweet peace, we 
pray ; 
Keep us near Thee till the Morn shall brighten, 

And all mists and shadows flee away. 




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"MADE NIGH, BY THE BLOOD OF 
CHRIST." 

^m THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of 
God, 
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood, 
To dwell within Thy wounds ; then pain 
Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 

Take my poor heart, and let it be 
Forever closed to all but Thee ! 
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear 
That pledge of love forever there. 

How blest are they who still abide 
Close shelter'd in Thy bleeding side ! 
Who life and strength from Thee derive, 
And by Thee move, and in Thee live ! 

What are our works but sin and death, 
Till Thou Thy quick'ning Spirit breathe ! 



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Thou giv'st the power Thy grace to move- 
O wondrous grace ! O boundless love ! 

Ah, Lord ! enlarge our scanty thought, 
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought ! 
Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell 
Thy love, immense, unsearchable ! 

First-born of many brethren Thou, 
To Thee, lo ! all our souls we bow, 
To Thee our hearts and hands we give : 
Thine may we die, Thine may we live ! 




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LATUS SALVATORIS. 

HERE is an everlasting home, 
Where contrite souls may hide ; 
Where death and danger dare not 
come — 
The Saviour's side. 



It was a cleft of matchless love, 

Opened when He had died, 
When Mercy hailed in worlds above 
That wounded side. 

Hail ! Rock of Ages, pierced for me, 

The grave of all my pride ; 
Hope, peace, and heaven, are all in Thee, 
Thy sheltering side. 

There issued forth the double flood, 

The sin-atoning tide, 
In streams of water and of blood, 
From that dear side. 



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There is the only Fount of Bliss, 

In joy and sorrow tried ; 
No refuge for the heart like this, — 
A Saviour's side. 

Thither the Church, through all her days, 

Points as a faithful guide, 
And celebrates with ceaseless praise 
That spear-pierced side. 




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THE CROSS AND THE HEART. 

At Sorrento, Italy, is a curious poetical inscription 
engraved on a slab of marble in the outer wall of a church. 
It begins and ends alternately with the Italian words for 
Cross and Heart. The following is as near as possible to 
a literal translation. 

ROSS, most adored! to thee I give my 
heart ; 
Heart I have not, except to love the 
cross. 
Cross, thou hast won my wayward, alien heart ; 
Heart, thou hast owned the triumph of the 
cross. 
Cross ! tree of life ! to thee I nail my heart ; 

Heart cannot live that lives not on the cross. 

Cross, be thy blood the cleansing of my heart ; 

Heart, be thy blood an offering to the cross. 

Cross, thou shak have the homage of my heart; 

Heart, thou shalt be the temple of the cross. 



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Elim, or Hymns 



Cross, blest is he who yields to thee his heart ; 

Heart, rest secure who cleavest to the cross. 
Cross, key of heaven, open every heart ; 

Heart, every heart, receive the holy cross. 




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THE BREAD THAT COMETH DOWN 
FROM HEAVEN. 

HE sun is sinking in the west ; 
And while its rays decline, 
Gleams of the full-orbed Paschal moon 
On the calm waters shine. 

The Galilean waters hushed 

In eventide are still ; 
Yet crowds of weary wanderers wait 

Upon its lonely hill. 

Pilgrims they are, for Sion bound, 

Whose Paschal Feast is near ; 
But the true Passover Himself 

Receives and feeds them here. 

They sit upon the grassy turf, 

Marshalled in groups and rows ; 
Christ holds the food, which in His hand, 

And by His blessing grows. 



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He gives the food ; Apostles take, 

Distribute it, and then — 
Two fishes and five barley loaves 

Regale five thousand men. 

O blessed Lord, the earth is Thine, 

By Thy creative hand 
The golden harvests crown the year 

And deck the fertile land. 

O blessed Lord, Thou Bread of Life, 
That cometh down from heaven, 

Supplies of everlasting Good 
By Thee to man are given. 

In channels formed by Thee, they flow 

In rivulets of grace, 
Refreshing all who wander here 

In this world's desert place. 

Oh, feed us, weary pilgrims, Lord, 

And to Thy Sion bring, 
To keep a heavenly feast with Thee, 

Our Prophet, Priest, and King. 



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THE MIRACLES OF GRACE AND 
NATURE. 

YSTERIOUS is Thy presence, Lord, 
Awful Thy power divine ; 
The water hears Thy faintest word, 
And blushes into wine. 

The clouds, that round us dark and low, 

With threatening aspect move, 
If Thou dost look upon them, glow 

With rainbow lights of love. 

The grain, that from the sower's hand 

Is scattered on the mould, 
Soon in the valleys thick shall stand, 

Returned a thousand-fold. 

The dews, which evening skies distil 

Around the creeping vine, 
At Thy command arise and fill 

The blood-red grape with wine. 



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Thus holy truths around us lie, 

Doing their humble part, 
But wanting the attentive eye, 

And the believing heart. 

Thus at Thy holy Feast, O Lord, 
We kneel, and we believe 

That that which Thy creative word 
Hath made it, we receive. 

Mysterious truth, which human pride 

Must bow to and adore, 
Which in our heart of hearts we hide, 

Believe, and ask no more. 




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THE CHRISTIAN ALTAR. 

HOU Bread of Life, upon Thy tongue 
When famished thousands closely hung, 
Didst make the fainting body whole : 
Come, strengthen and refresh our soul. 

Thou, when the bridal wine ran dry, 

A draught far richer didst supply : 

With real fulness of that hour, 

Come, cheer our souls, Thy blood outpour. 

So bid us from Thy board depart, 
With all Thy presence in our heart, 
And bear it far into the night 
Of world and sin, Thy Lamp of Light. 



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THE OBLATION. 

NCE I thought to sit so high 
In the palace of the sky ; 
Now, I thank God for His grace, 
If I may fill the lowest place. 

Once I thought to scale so soon 
Heights above the changing moon ; 
Now, I thank God for delay — 
To-day, it yet is called to-day. 

While I stumble, halt and blind, 
Lo ! he waiteth to be kind ; 
Bless me soon, or bless me slow, 
Except He bless, I let not go. 



Once for earth I laid my plan, 
Once I leaned on strength of man, 
When my hope was swept aside, 
I stayed my broken heart on pride : 



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Broken reed hath pierced my hand ; 
Fell my house I built on sand ; 
Roofless, wounded, maimed by sin, 
Fightings without and fears within : 

Yet, a tree, He feeds my root ; 
Yet, a branch, He prunes for fruit ; 
Yet, a sheep, these eves and morns 
He seeks for me among the thorns. 

With Thine Image stamped of old, 
Find Thy coin more choice than gold ; 
Known to Thee by name, recall 
To Thee Thy home-sick prodigal. 

Sacrifice and offering 
None there is that I can bring ; 
None, save what is Thine alone : 
I bring Thee, Lord, but of Thine own — 

Broken body, blood outpoured, 
These I bring, my God, my Lord ; 
Wine of Life, and Living bread, 
With these for me Thy board is spread. 



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THE HOLY FEAST. 




lO ! the feast is spread to-day, 
[ Jesus summons, come away 
From the vanity of life, 
From the sounds of mirth or strife, 
To the feast by Jesus given, 
Come and taste the Bread of Heaven. 

Why, with proud excuse and vain, 
Spurn His mercy once again ? 
From amidst life's social ties, 
From the farm and merchandise, 
Come, for all is now prepared ; 
Freely given, be freely shared. 



Blessed are the lips that taste 
Our Redeemer's Marriage-feast j 
Blessed, who on Him shall feed, 
Bread of Life, and Drink indeed j 
Blessed, for their thirst is o'er ; 
They shall never hunger more. 




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THE HUNGER. 

ORD, to Thine altar let me go, 
The child of weariness and woe, 
My home to find ; 
From sin, and sense, and self set free, 
Absorbed alone in love to Thee, 
Able to leave in liberty 
This world behind. 

Jesus, be Thou my Heavenly Food, 
Sweet Source Divine of every good, 

Centre of rest ; 
One with Thy heart let me be found, 
Prostrate upon that holy ground, 
Where grace, and peace, and life abound, 

Drawn from Thy breast. 

There let me lean, and live, and lie, 
As fast the fleeting moments fly, 

Sands in a glass, 
Which Time may shake with restless hand, 
Yet only at Thine own command, 
Till to a dearer, happier Land, 

My soul shall pass. 



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THE MORNING OF RECEPTION. 

ra|T is a day of fear : 

Rise up betimes, go forth alone 
With tongue fast sealed and heart 
bowed down, 
Because Thy Lord is near. 

Leave not thy thoughts to roam 
Hither and thither, where they would ; 
Lest fretful cares on thee should crowd, 

Forgetful of thy Home. 

Let not thine eye go free ; 
Look on the earth beneath thy feet, 
The pit that for thy sins was meet, 

Had God been just with thee. 

Good art thou to the sight -, 
But would thy cheek be dry as now, 
As gay thy smile, as bright thy brow, 

If all were brought to light ? 



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Yet, not in gloomy sadness 
Be thy heart bowed and eye downcast ; 
Is not the night of sorrow past ? 

Is 't not a morn of gladness ? 

Think on the Holy Feast, 
On His dear love and gracious Name 
Who sanctifies Himself, the same 

Both Sacrifice and Priest. 

Go, and be one with Him ; 
Dwell thou in Him, and He in thee, 
Him freely love, who sets thee free, 

Though but in shadow dim. 

For, it shall not be so 
In that great day, when faithful souls, 
Whom flesh doth sway and sin controls, 

As they are known shall know : 

To be forever one 
With Him, whom with the Father high, 
And Spirit, angels tremblingly 

Adore as God alone. 



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Eiirn^ or Hvmns 




THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME. 

ERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to 
face ; 
Here would I touch and handle things 
unseen ; 
Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace, 
And all my weariness upon Thee lean. 

Here would I feed upon the bread of God ; 

Here drink with Thee the royal wine of 
Heaven ; 
Here would I lay aside each earthly load, 

Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. 

This is the hour of banquet and of song, 
This is the heavenly table spread for me ; 

Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong 
The brief bright hour of fellowship with 
Thee. 



Too soon we rise ; the symbols disappear; 
The feast, though not the love, is passed and 
gone; 



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The bread and wine remove, but Thou art 
here, 
Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun. 

I have no help but Thine ; nor do I need 
Another arm save Thine to lean upon ; 

It is enough, my Lord, enough, indeed : 

My strength is in Thy might, Thy might 
alone. 

I have no wisdom, save in Him who is 
My wisdom and my teacher, both in one ; 

No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise, 
No teaching do I crave, save Thine alone. 

Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness ; 
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing 
blood ; 
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace, — 
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my 
God. 

I know that deadly evils compass me, 

Dark perils threaten ; yet I would not fear, 

Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee ; 
Thou, O my Christ, art buckler, sword, 
spear. 






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But see, the Pillar-cloud is rising now. 

And moving onward through the desert-night ; 

It beckons, and I follow, for I know 
It leads me to the heritage of light. 

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by j 
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above, 

Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, 

The Lamb's great Bridal Feast of bliss and 
love. 




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THE TRUE BREAD. 

RUE Bread of life, in pitying mere)' 

given, 
Long-famished souls to strengthen and 
to feed ; 
Christ Jesus, Son of God, true Bread of 
Heaven, 
Thy Flesh is meat, Thy Blood is drink in- 
deed. 

I cannot famish, though this earth should fail, 
Though life through all its fields should pine 
and die ; 
Though the sweet verdure should forsake each 
vale, 
And every stream of every land run dry. 

True Tree of life! .of Thee I eat and live, — 
Who eateth of Thy fruit shall never die; 

' r is Thine the everlasting health to give, 
The youth and bloom of immortality. 



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Feeding on Thee, all weakness turns to power, 
This sickly soul revives, like earth in spring ; 

Strength floweth on and in, each buoyant hour, 
This being seems all energy, all wing. 

Jesus, our dying, buried, risen Head, 

Thy Church's Life and Lord, Immanuel ! 

At Thy dear Cross we find the eternal bread, 
And in Thy empty tomb the living well. 




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AND WHEN THEY HAD SUNG AN HYMN, 

THEY WENT OUT UNTO THE MOUNT 

OF OLIVES. 



ALM lay the city in its double sleep, 
Beneath the Paschal Moon's cold, 
silvery light, 



That flung broad shadows o'er the rugged steep 
Of Olivet that night. 

But soon the calm was broken, and the sound 

Of strains all sweet and plaintive filled the air ; 
And deep-toned voices, echoing all around, 
Made music everywhere. 

The Holy Rite is o'er ; the Blessed Sign 

Is given to cheer us in this earthly strife ; 
The Bread is broken, and outpoured the Wine, — 
Symbol of better Life. 

The bitter cup of wrath before Him lies ; 
And yet as up the steep they pass along, 



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The mighty Victim to the Sacrifice, 

They cheer the way with song. 

We ne'er can know such sorrow as that night 

Pierced to the heart the suffering Son of God ; 
And every earthly sadness is but light 
To that dark path He trod ! 

And yet how faint and feeble rise our songs ; 
How oft we linger 'mid the shadows dim ; 
Nor give the glory that to Him belongs 
In Eucharistic hymn ! 

O for an echo of that chant of praise ; 

O for a voice to sing His mighty love ; 
O for a refrain of the hymns they raise 
In the bright Home above ! 

Touch Thou our wayward hearts, and let them 

be 
In stronger faith to Thy glad service given, 
Till, o 'er the margin of Time's surging sea, 

We sing the song of Heaven ! 






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HOLY COMMUNION. 

jjITH all the powers my poor soul hath 
Of humble love, and loyal faith, 
I come, dear Lord, to worship Thee, 
Whom so much love bowed low for me. 

Down, busy sense ; discourses die \ 
And all adore faith's mystery ! 
Faith is my skill, faith can believe 
As fast as love new laws shall give. 

Faith is my eye, faith strength affords 
To keep pace with those gracious words ; 
And words more sure, more sweet than they, 
Love could not think, truth could not say. 

O dear memorial of that Death 
Which still survives, and gives us breath ! 
Live ever, Bread of Life, and be 
My food, my joy, my all to me ! 



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Come, glorious Lord ! my hopes increase, 
And mix my portion with Thy peace ! 
Come, and forever dwell in me 
That I may only live to Thee ! 

Come, hidden life, and that long day 
For which I languish, come away ! 
When this dry soul those eyes shall see, 
And drink the unsealed Source of Thee ; 

When Glory's Sun faith's shade shall chase, 
And for Thy veil, give me Thy face j 
Then shall my praise eternal be 
To the Eternal Trinity ! 




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COMMUNION HYMN. 

E cometh, on yon hallowed Board 

The ready Feast doth duly show, 
J Where wait the chalice and the 
bre^d, 
Like gems within their veil of snow. 

He cometh, as He came of old, 
Suddenly to His Father's shrine, 

Into the hearts He died to make 
Meet temples for His grace Divine. 

He cometh, as the Bridegroom comes, 
Unto the Feast Himself has spread; 

His flesh and blood the heavenly food 
Wherewith the wedding guests are fed. 

He cometh — gentle as the dew, 
And sweet as drops of honey clear, 

And good as God's own manna shower, 
To longing souls that meet Him here. 



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He cometh — let not one withdraw, 

Nor fear to bring repented sin ; 
There 's blood to wash, there 's bread to feed, 

And Christ Himself to enter in. 

He cometh — praises in the Church, 
And hymns of praise in Heaven above, 

And in our hearts repentant faith, 

And love that springs to meet His love. 



II. 



O Jesu, bruised and wounded more 

Than bursted grape, or bread of wheat ; 

The Life of Life within our souls, 
The Cup of our Salvation sweet ; 

We come to show Thy dying hour, 

Thy streaming vein, Thy broken flesh ; 

And still the blood is warm to save, 
And still the fragrant wounds are fresh. 



O Heart that, with a double tide 
Of blood and water, maketh pure ; 

O Flesh once offered on the Cross, 
The gift that makes our pardon sure : 



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Let never more our sinful souls 
The anguish of Thy Cross renew j 

Nor forge again the cruel nails 

That pierced Thy victim Body through. 

Come, Bread of Heaven, to feed our souls, 
And with Thee, Jesu enter in ; 

Come, Wine of God, and as we drink 
His precious blood, wash out our sin. 





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THE HOLY COMMUNION. 

O Gospel like this Feast 

Spread for Thy Church by Thee; 
Nor prophet nor evangelist 
Preach the glad news so free. 

All our Redemption cost, 

All our Redemption won ; 
All it has won for us, the lost, — 

All it cost Thee, the Son ; — 

Thine was the bitter price, 

Ours is the free gift given j 
Thine was the Blood of Sacrifice, 

Ours is the wine of Heaven ! 

For Thee, the burning thirst, 

The shame, the mortal strife, 
The broken heart, the side transpierced ; 

To us, the Bread of Life ! 

To Thee, our curse and doom 
Wrapt round Thee with our sin ; 



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The horror of that mid-day gloom, 
The deeper night within. 

To us, Thy home in light, 

Thy " Come, ye blessed, come ! " 

Thy bridal raiment pure and white, 
Thy Father's welcome home. 

Here we would rest midway, 

As on a sacred height, 
That darkest and that brightest Day 

Meeting before our sight ; 

From that dark depth of woes 

Thy love for us hath trod, 
Up to the heights of blest repose 

Thy love prepares with God : 

Till, from self's chains released, 

One sight alone we see, — 
Still at the Cross, as at the Feast, 

Behold Thee, only Thee ! 



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THE COMPLETION OF THE SACRIFICE 
OF THE CROSS. 

ERE it from my heart alone 
Praise ascended to Thy throne, 
Were there not within its shrine 
More than earthly bread and wine, 
Then, O then, it could not bless 
Save by owning thanklessness. 

Wake, my glory ; wake, sweet string ; 
I myself will wake and sing ; 
Lo ! my heart forgets its care, 
For my love hath entered there, 
And its only thought is this — 
He is mine, and I am His ! 

What the fathers longed to see, 
And the prophets' company, 
What the holy kings long dead 
Their true Crown had reckoned, 



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The most holy Bread of Heaven — 
This to me is freely given. 

What the people on the shore 
Prayed might feed them evermore. 
What the woman by the well 
Asked, that she might thirstless dwell, 
This is rendered to our need — 
Meat indeed and Drink indeed. 

Who shall measure out its price ? 
Who for it make sacrifice ? 
Gold or rubies gauge it never, 
All from all for it may sever, 
And though nought to yield remain, 
Infinite would be their gain. 

Therefore with all hosts on high — 
Alleluia ! — rapt I cry ; 
Praise to Him, who from the highest 
Hath to lowly souls come nighest ; 
Sing of Him till time is o'er, 
Alleluia ! evermore. 



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ROCK OF AGES -IN LATIN 




ESUS, pro me perforatus, 
Condar intra Tuum latus. 
? ^ SJ Tu per lympham profluentem, 
Tu per sanguinem tepentem, 
In peccata mi redunda, 
Tolle culpam, sordes munda. 



Coram Te, nee Justus forem 
Quamvis tota si laborem, 
Nee si fide nunquam cesso, 
Fletu stillans indefesso : 
Tibi soli tantum munus ; 
Salva me, Salvator unus ! 



Nil in manu mecum fero, 

Sed me versus crucem gero ; 

Vestimenta nudus oro, 

Opem debilis imploro ; 

Fontem Christi quaero immundus, 

Nisi laves, moribundus. 



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Dum hos artus vita regit ; 
Quando nox sepulchro tegit j 
Mortuos cum stare jubes, 
Sedens Judex inter nubes ; 
Jesus, pro me perforatus, 
Condar intra Tuum latus. 




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EASTER-EVE. 



ILENCE in the house of prayer ; 

Low our Lord in earth lies sleeping; 
Silence, silence, everywhere, 
While the saints their watch are keeping. 




He at earliest morn shall rise ; 

Now in mystic peace He slumbers ; 
Flow, ye plaintive melodies ; 

Ring, ye still recurring numbers. 



Though for us His soul doth seek 
That mysterious world of spirits, 

He shall rise to cheer the weak ; 
Hope and joy His Church inherits. 



Elim, or Hymns. 

So Lent's latest vigil now 

Keep we with a tempered sadness : 
Easter-morn ! speed quickly thou, 

And transform this grief to gladness. 



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VIGIL OF EASTER-EVE. 
ESTING from His work to-day, 



II In the tomb the Saviour lay, 
His sacred form from head to feet 
Swathed in the winding-sheet. 
Lying in the rock alone, 
Hid behind the sealed stone. 

All that seventh day long I ween 
Mournful watch'd the Magdalene, 
Rising early, resting late, 
By the sepulchre to wait, 
In the holy garden glade, 
Where her buried Lord was laid. 

So, as clos'd the Sabbath night, 
In Goshen watch'd the Israelite, 
Staff in hand, in pilgrim guise, 
By the slaughter'd sacrifice, 
Waiting till the midnight cry 
Signal gave that God was nigh. 



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So with Thee, till life shall end, 
I would solemn vigil spend ; 
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine 
In this rocky heart of mine, 
Where in pure embalmed cell 
None but Thou mayst ever dwell. 

Still with Thee their Sabbath keep 
They who 'neath the altar sleep j 
Scarce a day perchance doth seem 
The time of their unbodied dream, 
'Twixt their rest from labor past 
And their waking at the last. 

Then, the new creation done, 
Shall be the endless rest begun. 
Jesu ! keep me safe from sin, 
That I with Thee may enter in, 
And danger past, and toil at end, 
To Thy resting-place ascend. 




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CHRIST RISEN. 

LLELUIA! Alleluia! 

Hearts to heaven and voices raise ; 
Sing to God a hymn of gladness. 
Sing to God a hymn of praise. 
He who on the cross a victim 

For the world's salvation bled, 
Jesus Christ, the King of Glory, 
Now is risen from the dead. 



Now the iron bars are broken, 

Christ from death to life is born, 
Glorious life, and life immortal, 

On this holy Easter morn : 
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer 

By His mighty enterprise, 
We with Christ to life eternal 

By His resurrection rise. 



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Christ is risen, Christ, the first-fruits 

Of the holy harvest-field, 
Which will all its full abundance 

At His second coming yield \ 
Then the golden ears of harvest 

Will their heads before Him wave, 
Ripened by His glorious sunshine, 

From the furrows of the grave. 

Christ is risen, we are risen : 

Shed upon us heavenly grace, 
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory, 

From the brightness of Thy face, 
That we, Lord, with hearts in heaven, 

Here on earth may fruitful be, 
And by angel-hands be gathered, 

And be ever safe with Thee. 

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

Glory be to God on high, 
To the Father, and the Saviour, 

Who has gained the victory ; 
Glory to the Holy Spirit, 

Fount of love and sanctity. 
Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

To the Triune Majesty ! 



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EASTER DAY. 




PATHWAY opens from the tomb, 

The grave 's a grave no more ! 
Stoop down : look into that sweet room : 
Pass through the unsealed door : 
Linger a moment by the bed, 
Where lay but yesterday the Church's Head. 

What is there there to make thee fear ? 

A folded chamber-vest, 
Akin to that which thou shalt wear, 
When for thy slumber drest : 
Two gentle angels sitting by — 
How sweet a room, methinks, wherein to lie ! 

No gloomy vault, no charnel cell, 

No emblems of decay, 
No solemn sound of passing bell, 
To say, cc He 's gone away ; " — 
But angel-whispers soft and clear, 
And He, the risen Jesus, standing near. 

" Why weepest thou ? Whom seekest thou ?" 
'Tis not the gardener's voice, 



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But His to whom all knees shall bow, 
In whom all hearts rejoice \ 
The voice of Him who yesterday 
Within that rock was Death's resistless prey. 

" Why weepest thou ? Whom seekest thou ? 

The living with the dead ? " 
Take young spring flowers and deck thy brow, 
For life with joy is wed : 
The grave is now the grave no more ; 
Why fear to pass that bridal-chamber door ? 

Take flowers and strew them all around 

The room where Jesus lay : 
But softly tread ; 'tis hallowed ground, 
And this is Easter day. 
" The Lord is risen," as He said, 
And thou shalt rise with Him, thy risen Head. 




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HYMN FOR EASTER. 

HE tomb is empty; wouldst thou have 

it full ? 
Still sadly clasping the unbreathing 
clay ; — 
O weak in faith, O slow of heart and dull. 
To doat on darkness, and shut out the day ! 

The tomb is empty ; He who, three short days, 
After a sorrowing life's long weariness, 

Found refuge in this rocky resting-place, 
Has now ascended to the throne of bliss. 

Here lay the Holy One, the Christ of God, 
He who for death gave death, and life for life ; 

Our Heavenly Kinsman, our true flesh and blood ; 
Victor for us on hell's dark field of strife. 

This was the Bethel, where, on stony bed, 
While angels went and came from morn till 
even, 

Our truer Jacob laid His wearied head j 
This was to Him the very gate of Heaven. 



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The Conqueror, not the conquered, He to 
whom 

The keys of death and of the grave belong, 
Crossed the cold threshold of the stranger's tomb, 

To spoil the spoiler and to bind the strong. 

Here Death had reigned \ into no tomb like 
this 

Had man's fell foe aforetime found his way; 
So grand a trophy ne'er before was his, 

So vast a treasure, so Divine a prey. 

But now his triumph ends \ the rock-barred 
door 

Is opened wide, and the great Prisoner gone ; 
Look round and see, upon the vacant floor 

The napkin and the grave-clothes lie alone. 

Yes, Death's last hope, his strongest fort and 
prison 

Is shattered, never to be built again ; 
And He, the mighty Captive, He is risen, 

Leaving behind the gate, the bar, the chain. 

Yes, He is risen who is the First and Last ; 
Who was and is \ Who liveth and was dead j 



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Beyond the reach of death He now has passed, 
Of the one glorious Church the glorious 
Head. 

The tomb is empty ; so, ere long, shall be 
The tombs of all who in this Christ repose ; 

They died with Him who died upon the tree, 
They live and rise with Him who lived and 
rose. 

All that was death in them is now dissolved, 
For death can only what is death's destroy j 

And when this earth's short ages have revolved, 
The disimprisoned life comes forth with joy. 

Their life-long battle with disease and pain, 
And mortal weariness, is over now ; 

Youth, health, and comeliness return again, 
The tear has left the cheek, the sweat the 
brow. 

They are not tasting death, but taking rest, 
On the same holy couch where Jesus lay, 

Soon to awake, all glorified and blest, 

When day has broke, and shadows fled away. 



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EASTER CELEBRATION. 

HOU, that on the first of Easters 
Cam'st resplendent from the tomb, 
Leaving all Thy linen cerements 
Folded in the cavern's gloom, 
Come with Thine — All hail — to greet us, 

Come, our Paschal joy to be ; 
Let our altar, clad in brightness, 
Yield a throne of white for Thee. 

This shall crown the Queen of Sundays ; 

Grant but this — our cup runs o'er ; 
Hymns that welcomed in Thine Easter 

Made us long for this the more : 
All the Paschal Alleluias 

Craved to see the Lamb appear ; 
Come the hour when faith shall tell us — 

He is risen ; He is here. 



166 Elim^ or Hymns. 

Agnus Dei, we are guilty ; 

Panis Vitae, we are faint ; 
But Thou didst not rise at Easter 

To be deaf to our complaint ; 
Come, oh come, to cleanse and feed us, 

Breathing peace and kindling love, 
Till Thy Paschal blessings bear us 

To the Feast of feasts above. 








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ASCENSION. 




IFT up your heads, ye mighty gates : 
Behold, the King of Glory waits, 
The King of kings is drawing near, 



The Saviour of the world is here ; 
Life and salvation doth He bring, 
Rejoice aloud, and gladly sing. 



Fling wide the portals of your heart ; 
Make it a temple set apart 
From earthly use, for heaven's employ, 
Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy ; 
So shall your Sovereign enter in, 
And new and nobler life begin. 

Redeemer, come ! we open wide 

Our hearts to Thee ; here, Lord, abide ! 



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Let us Thy inner presence feel, 
Thy grace and love in us reveal : 
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, 
Until the glorious crown be won ! 




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THE CEASELESS INTERCESSION. 



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1ATHER of Love, who didst not spare 
For us Thine only Son, 
Oh, look on Him, and hear the prayer 



Of Thy poor suppliant one — 

Behold His pierced hands and feet, 

Pleading for us e'en now ; 
Behold that wounded heart so sweet ; 

Behold, upon His brow, 

The traces of the thorny crown ; 

Behold the stripes He bore ; 
By these, He claims us for His own — 

His own, for evermore. 

Oh, look on Him, and let the cry 
Of this our Brother's blood, 



170 Elim^ or Hymns 

Who, guiltless, for our guilt did die, 
Ascend to Thee our God. 



Clothed in His raiment we appear, 
Kneeling before His throne, 

Besprinkled with that blood so dear 
The garment Thou wilt own. 

And for its sake, the sinner vile 
Thus made Thy wedding guest, 

E'en such an one as her, erewhile 
By seven fiends possessed. 

No depths of sin can drown that love, 

No water quench its fire : 
Desponding soul, arise, and prove 

Its might, its strong desire : 

Come, yea in lowliest confidence, 
Approach in Jesu's name ; 

Greater His love than all offence — 
Father, that love we claim. 

Bending before Thine altar low, 

We offer it to Thee : 
The purest offering earth can know, 

Or heaven look down to see. 



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HOMEWARD GUIDE. 

ESU ! guide our way 

To eternal day ! 
tJ So shall we, no more delaying, 
Follow Thee, Thy voice obeying ; 
Lead us by Thy hand 
To our Father's land ! 

When we danger meet, 

Steadfast make our feet! 
Lord, preserve us uncomplaining 
'Mid the darkness round us reigning ! 

Through adversity 

Lies our way to Thee. 

Order all our way 

Through this mortal day ; 
In our toil with aid be near us ; 
In our need with succor cheer us ; 

When life's course is o'er, 

Open Thou the door ! 



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THE LORD'S KNOCKING. 

HE night is far spent, and the day is at 
hand, 
There are signs in the heaven, and 
signs on the land, 
In the wavering earth, and the drouth of the 

sea — 
But He stands and He knocks, sinner, nearer to 
thee. 



His night-winds but whisper until the day break 
To the Bride, for in slumber her heart is awake : 
He must knock at the sleep where the revellers 

toss 
With the dint of the nails and the shock of the 

cross. 



Elim^ or Hymns. 173 

Look out at the casement ; see how He appears ; 
Still weeping for thee all Gethsemane's tears ; 
Ere they plait Him earth's thorns, in its solitude 

crowned, 
With the drops of the night and the dews of the 

ground. 

Will you wait ? Will you slumber until He is 

gone, 
Till the beam of the timber cry out to the stone ; 
Till He shout at thy sepulchre, tear it apart, 
And knock at the dust, who would speak to thy 

heart ? 



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Elim, or Hymns 



HOW LONG? 

" Ho<rv long, Lord, <wilt 'Thou hide Thyself ? for en) erf 
Return, O Lord, ho r w long ? " — Ps. lxxxix. 46 ; xc. 13. 




OW long, O Lord, in weariness and 
sorrow, 
Must Thy poor people tread the pil- 
grim road, 
Mourning to-day and fearing for to-morrow, — 
Finding no place of rest, no sure abode ? — 

Sighing o'er faded flowers and cisterns broken ; 

Gazing on setting suns, that rise no more ; 
Listening to sad farewells, and last words spoken 

By loved ones leaving us on Jordan's shore! 

How long, through snares of error and temp- 
tation, 
Shall noblest spirits stumble on their way ? 
How long, through darkening storms of trib- 
ulation, 
Must we press forward to eternal day ? 



How long shall passing faults and trifles sever 
Hearts that have known affection's holy tie ? 



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When shall the slanderer's tale be hushed for- 
ever, 
And brethren see in all things eye to eye ? 

How long shall last the night of toil and sad- 
ness, 
The midnight hour of gloomy doubts and 
fears ? 

When shall it dawn, that promised morn of 
gladness, 

When Thine own hand shall wipe away our 
tears ? 

How long, O Lord ? Our hearts are sad and 
weary, 
Our voices join the whole creation's groan ; 
With eager gaze we watch for Thine appearing, 
When wilt Thou come again, and claim 
Thine own ? 

Return ! return! come in Thy power and glory, 

With all Thy risen saints and angel throng ; 
Bring to a close Time's strange, mysterious 
story, — 
How long dost Thou delay, — O Lord, how 
long ? 



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BEHOLD, THE BRIDEGROOM COMETH. 




IjlEJOICE, rejoice, believers ! 
And let your lights appear ; 
The evening is advancing, 



The darker night is near. 
The Bridegroom is arising; 

And soon will He draw nigh : 
Up ! pray, and watch, and wrestle, 

At midnight comes the cry. 

See that your lamps are burning, 

Replenish them with oil ; 
Look now for your salvation, 

The end of sin and toil. 
The watchers on the mountain 

Proclaim the Bridegroom near, 
Go, meet Him as He cometh, 

With hallelujahs clear. 

Oh ! wise and holy virgins, 
Now raise your voices higher, 

Till, in your jubilations, 
Ye meet the angel-choir. 



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The Marriage Feast is waiting, 
The gates wide open stand ; 

Up, up, ye heirs of glory, 
The Bridegroom is at hand. 

Our hope and expectation, 

O Jesu, now appear, 
Arise, Thou Sun so looked for, 

O'er this benighted sphere ! 
With hearts and hands uplifted, 

We plead, O Lord, to see 
The day of our redemption, 

And ever be with Thee ! 



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HYMN FOR ADVENT. 

|HEN Jesus came to earth of old, 

He came in weakness and in woe ; 
He wore no form of angel mould, 
But took our nature poor and low. 

But when He cometh back once more, 

There shall be set the Great White Throne, 

And earth and heaven shall flee before 
The face of Him that sits thereon. 

O Son of God, in glory crowned, 

The Judge ordained of quick and dead ; 

O Son of man, so pitying found 

For all the tears Thy people shed ; — 

Be with us in this darkened place, 

This weary, restless, dangerous night; 

And teach, O teach us by Thy grace 
To struggle onward into light. 

And since in God's recording book 
Our sins are written every one, — 



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The crime, the wrath, the wandering look, 
The good we knew, and left undone ; — 

Lord, ere the last dread trumpet sound, 
And ere before Thy face we stand, 

Look Thou on each accusing word, 
And blot it with Thy bleeding hand. 

And by the love that brought Thee here, 
And by the Cross, and by the grave, 

Give perfect love for conscious fear, 
And in the Day of Judgment save. 

And lead us on, while here we stray, 
And make us love our heavenly home ; 

Till from our hearts we learn to say, 
" Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come." 




180 Ellm, or Hymns 



THE BLESSED HOPE. 




OME, Lord Jesus, quickly come ! 
Lo, Thy Church with longing eye 
Lifts her blended voices high, 
Not a lip is dumb. 

They who sow with many a tear 
In the dry and stubborn soil, 
Mourning ask from out their toil, — 
" Master, art Thou near ? " 

Watchers of the weary night, 
While they pace their lonely round, 
Listen for the trumpet's sound, — 
Seek the dawning light. 

When shall lighten forth Thy sign 
Through the heavens ? O Lord, how long ? 
When, amid the radiant throng, 
Shall Thy coming shine ? 



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EVEN SO COME, LORD JESUS. 

OME, Lord, and tarry not ; 

Bring the long-looked-for day ; 
Oh, why these years of waiting 
here, 
These ages of delay ? 

Come, for Thy saints still wait ; 

Daily ascends their sigh ; 
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come : 

Dost Thou not hear the cry ? 

Come, for creation groans, 

Impatient of Thy stay, 
Worn out with these long years of ill, 

These ages of delay. 



Come, for Thy Israel pines, 
An exile from Thy fold ; 

O call to mind Thy faithful word, 
And bless them as of old. 



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Come, for love waxes cold, 
Its steps are faint and slow ; 

Faith now is lost in unbelief, 

Hope's lamp burns dim and low. 

Come, for the corn is ripe, 

Put in Thy sickle now, 
Reap the great harvest of the earth ; 

Sower and reaper Thou ! 

Come, in Thy glorious might, 
Come with the iron rod, 

Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, 
Most mighty Son of God. 

Come, and make all things new, 
Build up this ruined earth, 

Restore our faded Paradise, 
Creation's second birth. 

Come, and begin Thy reign 

Of everlasting peace ; 
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, 

Great King of Righteousness. 



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SURELY I COME QUICKLY. 




'ER the distant mountains breaking, 
Comes the reddening dawn of day, 
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, 
Rise and sing, and watch and pray : 

'T is thy Saviour 
On His bright returning way. 

O Thou long-expected, weary 

Waits mine anxious soul for Thee, 

Life is dark, and earth is dreary 
Where Thy light I do not see ; 

O my Saviour, 
When wilt Thou return to me ? 

Nearer is my soul's salvation, 
Spent the night, the day at hand, 

Keep me in my lowly station, 
Watching for Thee till I stand, 

O my Saviour, 
In Thy bright and promised land. 



184 Ellm^ or Hymns 




LIGHTED LAMPS. 

OON will the heavenly Bridegroom 
come 5- 

m Ye wedding-guests, draw near. 
And slumber not in sin when He, 

The Son of God, is here. 
With lighted lamps and oil in store 

Let every guest advance, 
Nor shrink ashamed in trembling awe 

From His bright countenance. 

Come, let us haste to meet our Lord, 

And hail Him with delight, 
Who saved us by His precious blood, 

And sorrows infinite : 
Beside Him all the patriarchs old, 

And holy prophets stand, 
The glorious apostolic choir, 

The noble martyr-band. 



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As brethren dear they welcome us, 

And lead us to the throne, 
Where angels bow their veiled heads 

Before the Three in One; 
Where we, with all the saints of Christ, 

A white-robed multitude, 
Shall praise the ascended Lord, who deigns 

To wear our flesh and blood. 



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Elirriy or Hymns. 




THE SECOND ADVENT. 

Y Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, 
We keep the memory adored, 
And show the death of our dear Lord, 

Until He come. 



His fearful drops of agony, 
His life-blood shed for us we see — 
The wine shall tell the mystery, 
Until He come. 

Until the trump of God be heard, 
Until the ancient graves be stirred, 
And with the great commanding word, 
The Lord shall come. 



O blessed hope, with this elate 
Let not our hearts be desolate, 
But strong in faith, in patience wait, 
Until He come. 



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A LITANY TO THE HOLY GHOST. 



HEN the house doth sigh and weep, 
And the world is drown'd in sleep, 
Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 




When the passing bell doth toll, 
And the furies in a shoal 
Come to fright a parting soul, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 

"When the flames and hellish cries 
Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes, 
And all terrors me surprise, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 



When the Judgment is reveaPd, 
And that open'd which was seal'd, 
When to Thee I have appeal'd, 
Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 




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THE SPIRIT ALSO HELPETH OUR IN- 
FIRMITIES. 

HEN across the inward thought 
Comes the emptiness of life, 
And it seems that earth has nought 
But a vain and weary strife : 

All to do, and nothing done, 

Useless days fast fleeting by, 
Wanderings many, progress none, 

Faltering steps by fountains dry : 

Shall we, in that hapless mood, 
Fainting fall beside the way ? 

Help us Giver of all good ! 

Teach Thy wretched ones to pray. 

Thou that with the Father art 

One in power, in glory One, 
Yet within the trusting heart 

Bearest witness with the Son : 

Oh, forgive our faithless mind, • 
Raise us from our low estate, 



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Breathe in us the will to find 
Higher life in small and great ! 

Give us watchful eyes and clear, 
Purged from the scales of sense, 

Seeing still the Master near, 
And the City far from hence. 

Higher lead our love and faith, 

Lower our humility ; 
Let the words that Jesus saith 

Be illumined all by Thee ! 

And in them let us discern, 

Calming all our sinful strife, 
While our hearts within us burn, 

Him, the Word, the Truth, the Life ! 





190 Ellm^ or Hymns. 



LEAD ME AND GUIDE ME. 

IEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling 
gloom, 

Lead Thou me on ! 
The night is dark, and I am far from home ; 

Lead Thou me on ! 
Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
The distant way j one step 's enough for me. 

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 

Wouldst lead me on ; 
I loved to see and choose my path, but now 

Lead Thou me on ! 
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will : remember not past years. 

So long Thy power hath kept me, sure it still 

Will lead me on ! 
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 

The night is gone, 
And with the morn those angel faces smile 
Which I have loved long; since and lost awhile ! 




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DAILY SERVICE OF THE CHURCH. 

"And it came to pass, nvhen Moses held up bis hand, 
f hat Israel prevailed." — Exod. xvii. n. 

N red Rephidim's battle-plain 
The banners sank and rose again ; 
The tumult of the wild affray 
Rolled round to Horeb's mountain gray, 
Rolled down to thirsty Meribah, 

As Israel's host swept past, 
And Amalek's fierce battle-cry 
Came surging up the blast. 

Above the strife the leader hung 
With hands upraised, and suppliant tongue, 
And still his wearied arm was stayed, 
And still the unceasing prayer was prayed, 
Till evening held the setting sun 

Wrapt in her mantle pale, 
And Amalek, and all his host, 

Rushed, routed, down the vale. 



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Then ask us not why, day by day, 
The same sweet morning prayers we say ; 
Why, night by night, our even-song 
Peals in the same soft strain along ; 
Why children seek the mother's knee 

At eve to lisp their prayer, 
While lingers rosy-fingered sleep 

O'er their fringed eyelids fair. 

Nor say, " Ye vex God's patient ear, 
And vain the strains that linger here, — 
A soulless form, a weary round, 
A cry that hath no echoing sound \ — 
Ye hear no voice, ye see no sign, 

Adown heaven's crystal stair; 
No white-robed angels gliding bring 

An answer to your prayer." 

Nay, but God loves the constant cry ; 

He wills the words should never die 

That speak our needs. Prayer pushes prayer 

Up into heaven's sublimer air; 

There round the throne eternally 

They pass and still repass ; 
Our whispers are the airs that breathe 

Above the sea of glass. 



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Within His temple-shrine of old 
He bade the priests their watches hold ; 
Still through the carven cedar flowers 
The deep chant swelled at solemn hours ; 
Still, day by day, the incense burning 

Crushed out its odors sweet ; 
Still, morn and eve, the lamps were lighted 

Before the mercy-seat. 

And Nature, with her quiet force 
Of powers that keep their ordered course, 
And circle on, we know not why, 
Doth teach a hidden rule more high : 
The dews may drop to feed the earth, 

But why should planets glow? 
Why should the golden daisy-cups 

Look yearly from below ? 

Yet, night by night, so calmly pale, 
The stars through heaven's blue ocean sail ; 
Yet, year by year, like scattered beads, 
The wild flowers come to deck our meads. 
All have their places and their parts 

In heaven's sublime decrees, 
And words, that seem to wander wide, 

Shall find their end like these. 
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ON HEARING WEEK-DAY SERVICE AT 
WESTMINSTER ABBEY, Sept. 1858. 

!ROM England's gilded halls of state 
I crossed the Western Minster's gate, 
And, 'mid the tombs of England's 
dead, 
I heard the Holy Scriptures read. 

The walls around, and pillared piers, 
Had stood wellnigh eight hundred years; 
The words the priest gave forth had stood 
Since Chiist, and since before the Flood. 

A thousand hearts around partook 

The comfort of the Holy Book ; 

Ten thousand suppliant hands were spread 

In lifted stone above my head. 

In dust decayed the hands are gone 

That fed and set the builders on ; 

In heedless dust the fingers lie 

That hewed and heaved the stones on high ; 



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And back to earth and air resolved 

The brain that planned and poised the vault : 

But undecayed, erect, and fair, 

To Heaven ascends the builded Prayer, 

With majesty of strength and size, 
With glory of harmonious dyes, 
With holy airs of heavenward thought 
From floor to roof divinely fraught. 

Fall down, ye bars : enlarge, my soul ! 
To heart's content take in the whole ; 
And, spurning pride's injurious thrall, 
With loyal love embrace them all ! 

For in the presence vast and good 
That bends o'er all our livelihood, 
With humankind in heavenly cure, 
We all are like : we all are poor. 

And sure, God's poor shall never want 
For service meet or seemly chant ; 
And for the Gospel's joyful sound 
A fitting place shall still be found ; 

Whether the organ's solemn tones 

Thrill through the dust of warriors' bones, 



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Or voices of the village choir 
From swallow-haunted eaves aspire ; 

Or, sped with healing on its wings, 
The Word solicit ears of kings, 
Or stir the souls, in moorland glen, 
Of kingless covenanted men. 

Enough for Thee, indulgent Lord, 
The willing ear to hear Thy Word j 
And, time and place to match, the tale 
For willing ears shall never fail. 




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JACOB'S LADDER. 

H many a time we look on starlit nights 

Up to the sky, as Jacob did of old 
Look longing up to the eternal lights 
To spell their lines in gold. 

But never more, as to the Hebrew boy, 
Each on his way the angels walk abroad j 

And never more we hear with awful joy, 
The audible voice of God. 

Yet, to pure eyes the ladder still is set, 
And angel visitants still come and go, 

Many bright messengers are moving yet 
From the dark world below. 

Thoughts, that are red-crossed faith's outspread- 
ing wings,— 
Prayers of the Church, are keeping time and 
tryst, — 
Heart-wishes, making bee-like murmurings, 
Their flower the. Eucharist. 



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Spirits elect, through suffering rendered meet 
For those high mansions ; from the nursery 
door, 
Bright babes that climb up with their clay-cold 
feet, 
Unto the golden door. 

These are the messengers, forever wending 
From earth to heaven, that faith alone may 
scan ; 

These are the angels of our God, ascending 
Upon the Son of Man. 




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THE LORD'S DAY. 

RESH glides the brook and blows the 
gale, 
Yet yonder halts the quiet mill ! 
The whining wheel, the rushing sail, 
How motionless and still ! 

Six days of toil, poor child of Cain, 

Thy strength the slave of Want may be ; 

The seventh thy limbs escape the chain, — 
A God hath made thee free ! 

Ah, tender was the Law that gave 

This holy respite to the breast, 
To breathe the gale, to watch the wave, 

And know — the wheel may rest ! 

But when the waves the gentlest glide 
What image charms, to lift thine eyes ? 

The spire reflected on the tide 
Invites thee to the skies. 



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To teach the soul its nobler worth 
This rest from mortal toils is given ; 

Go, snatch the brief reprieve from earth 
And pass a guest to heaven. 

They tell thee in their dreaming school, 
Of Power from old dominion hurled, 

When rich and poor, with juster rule, 
Shall share the altered world. 

Alas! since Time itself began, 

That fable hath but fooled the hour ; 

Each age that ripens Power in Man, 
But subjects Man to Power. 

Yet every day in seven, at least, 

One bright republic shall be known ;- 

Man's world awhile hath surely ceast, 
When God proclaims His own ! 

Six days may Rank divide the poor, 
O Dives, from thy banquet-hall ; 

The seventh the Father opes the door, 
And holds His feast for all ! 



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HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS' DAY. 

OR all who in Thy steadfast faith, 
5| And godly fear, and earnest love, 
Have from this life departed, 
We bless Thy holy Name! 
" Blessed are they," the Spirit saith : 
They rest from all their toils, above, — 
The tried and faithful-hearted, 
Whether through martyr flame, 
By Christ supported in the strife, 
They upward soared to endless life, 



Or with all bodily gladness dimmed 
They lingered on in long disease, 
Yet, in their chamber lying, 

Have found the gate of Heaven 
Most nigh, and there Thy praise have hymned 
In strains that might an Angel please, 



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And in such peaceful dying, 
Like to the sun at even, 
In solemn radiance closed their day, 
To rise again with brighter ray. 

For many ways hast Thou, O Lord ! 
Of bringing those Thou lovest home ; 
Some Thou hast swiftly stricken 

With unexpected dart : — 
And some beneath the unsparing sword, 
And some have gasped in ocean's foam 
The spirit that shall quicken 

Again the lifeless heart, 
When, at the Archangel's trumpet blown, 
.They all shall stand before Thy throne. 

Then shall the great and countless throng, 
In solemn joy, with one accord, 

Honor and glory giving 

To Him Who sitteth there, 
Raise high the new triumphant song, 
" O holy, holy, holy, Lord 

Jesus forever living, 

Through Whom alone we dare 
Approach the throne, Thou art the same 
Who died. We bless Thy holy Name." 



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THE BURIAL OF MOSES. 

" And He buried him in a 'valley in the land of Moab, 
over against Beth-Pear: but no man kno<weth of his 
sepulchre unto this day." — Deut. xxxiv. 6. 

Y Nebo's lonely mountain, 
On this side Jordan's wave, 
In a vale in the land of Moab 
There lies a lonely grave. 
And no man knows that sepulchre, 

And no man saw it e'er, 
For the angels of God upturned the sod, 
And laid the dead man there. 

That was the grandest funeral 

That ever passed on earth ; 
But no man heard the trampling, 

Or saw the train go forth — 
Noiselessly as the daylight 

Comes back when night is done, 
And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek 

Grows into the great sun ; 



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Noiselessly as the spring-time 

Her crown of verdure weaves, 
And all the trees on all the hills 

Open their thousand leaves ; 
So without sound of music, 

Or voice of them that wept, 
Silently down from the mountain's crown, 

The great procession swept. 

Perchance the bald old eagle, 

On gray Beth-Peor's height, 
Out of his lonely eyrie 

Looked on the wondrous sight ; 
Perchance the lion stalking 

Still shuns that hallow'd spot, 
For beast and bird have seen and heard 

That which man knoweth not. 

But when the warrior dieth, 

His comrades in the war, 
With arms reversed and muffled drum, 

Follow his funeral car ; 
They show the banners taken, 

They tell his battles won, 
And after him lead his masterless steed, 

While peals the minute gun. 



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Amid the noblest of the land, 

We lay the sage to rest, 
And give the bard an honored place, 

With costly marble drest, 
In the great minster transept, 

Where lights like glories fall, 
And the organ rings, and the sweet choir sings, 

Along the emblazoned wall. 

This was the truest warrior 

That ever buckled sword ; 
This, the most gifted poet 

That ever breathed a word ; 
And never earth's philosopher 

Traced with his golden pen 
On the deathless page truths half so sage 

As he wrote down for men. 

And had he not high honor, — 

The hill-side for a pall, 
To lie in state, while angels wait 

With stars for tapers tall, 
And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes, 

Over his bier to wave, 
And God's own hand in that lonely land 

To lay him in the grave ? 



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In that strange grave without a name, 

Whence his uncoffined clay 
Shall break again, O wondrous thought! 

Before the Judgment Day, 
And stand with glory wrapped around 

On the hills he never trod, 
And speak of the strife, that won our life, 

With the Incarnate Son of God. 

O lonely grave in Moab's land ! 

O dark Beth-Peor's hill ! 
Speak to these curious hearts of ours, 

And teach them to be still. 
God hath His mysteries of grace, 

Ways that we cannot tell ; 
He hides them deep, like the hidden sleep 

Of him He loved so well. 




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VISION FROM THE APOCALYPSE. 




1 SAW again. Behold ! Heaven's open 
door j * 
Behold! a throne, — the Seraphim 
stood o'er it, — 
The white-robed elders fell upon the floor, 
And flung their crowns before it. 

I saw a wondrous book — an angel strong f 
To Heaven and earth proclaimed his loud 
appeals — 
But a hush passed across the seraph's song, 
For none might loose the seals. 

Then, fast as rain to death-cry of the year, 
Tears of St. John to that sad cry were 
given ; J 
It was a wondrous thing to see a tear 
Fall on the floor of Heaven. 

* Rev. iv. t Rev. v. 2. 

+ Rev. v. 4. 



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And a sweet voice said, " Weep not ; where- 
fore fails, 
Eagle of God, thy heart, the high and leal ? 
The Lion out of Judah's tribe prevails 

To loose the sevenfold seal." * 

*T was Israel's voice, and straightway up above 
Stood in the midst a wondrous Lamb, snow- 
white,* 
Heart-wounded with the deep, sweet wounds of 
love, 
Eternal, infinite. 

Then rose the song no ear had heard before ; 
Then, from the white-robed throng, high an- 
them woke ; 
And fast as spring tide on the sealess shore, 
The Hallelujahs broke. 

Who dreams of God when passionate youth is 
nigh, 
When first life's weary waste his feet have 
trod — 
Who seeth angels' footfalls in the sky, 
Working the works of God j 

* R ev. v. 6. 



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His sun shall fade as gently as it rose, 

Through the dark woof of death's approach- 
ing night ; 
His faith shall shoot, at life's prophetic close,* 
Some threads of golden light. 

For him the silver ladder shall be set — 

His Saviour shall receive his latest breath — 
He walketh to a fadeless coronet, 

Up through the gate of death ! 

*Heb. xi. 13. 




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Elim, or Hymns 




WHITE ROBES AND PALMS. 

HAT countless crowd on Sion stands ? 
Gather'd from every land and tongue, 
The palm-branch waving in their hands, 
The white robes round them flung. 

These out of tribulation came ; 

On earth the thorny crown they wore ; 
Believing, they confess'd His name 

Whose cross they meekly bore. 

In the Lamb's life-blood wash'd they white 
Their robes, ingrain'd with sin and woe, 

Now round the glory-seat in light, 
Purer they shine than snow. 



Lord, when thy faithful ones indeed 
Low by remember'd sin are bow'd, 

From realms where ransom'd sinners lead 
Thy choir, roll back the cloud. 



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Show them, in bliss before Thy throne, 
Meek tremblers once at sin's just doom, 

Who, in Thy sacrifice alone, 

Found hope from wrath to come. 

Sinners no more, in Thee complete, 
Their Saviour's love to man they sing; 

While angels, listening, learn to greet 
With newer praise their King. 




212 Elim, or Hymns 



BEFORE THE THRONE. 




ARK the sound of holy voices, 
Chanting at the crystal sea, 
Alleluia! Alleluia! 
Alleluia ! Lord, to Thee. 
Multitude which none can number, 

Like the stars, in glory stands, 
Clothed in white apparel, holding 
Palms of victory in their hands. 

Patriarch, and holy prophet, 

Who prepared the way of Christ, 
King, apostle, saint, and martyr, 

Confessor, evangelist, 
Saintly maiden, godly matron, 

Widows who have watched to prayer, 
Joined in holy concert, singing 

To the Lord of all, are there. 



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They have come from tribulation, 

And have wash'd their robes in blood, 
Washed them in the blood of Jesus ; 

Tried they were, and firm they stood ; 
Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, 

Sawn asunder, slain with sword, 
They have conquered Death and Satan, 

By the might of Christ the Lord. 

Marching with Thy cross their banner, 

They have triumphed, following 
Thee, the Captain of Salvation, 

Thee, their Saviour and their King : 
Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered ; 

Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died ; 
And by death to life immortal 

They were born, and glorified. 

Now they reign in heavenly glory, 

Now they walk in golden light, 
Now they drink, as from a river, 

Holy bliss and infinite; 
Love and peace they taste forever ; 

And all truth and knowledge see 
In the beatific vision 

Of the blessed Trinity. 



214 Elim^ or Hymns 

God of God, the One-begotten, 

Light of Light, Emmanuel, 
In whose body joined together, 

All the saints forever dwell ; 
Pour upon us of Thy fulness, 

That we may for evermore 
God the Father, God the Son, and 

God the Holy Ghost adore. 



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"THAT WHERE I AM YE MAY BE 
ALSO." 




OVE craves the presence and the sight 
Of all its well-beloved ; 
And therefore weep we in the homes 
Whence they are far removed ; 
Love craves the presence and the sight 

Of each beloved one; 
And therefore Jesus spake the word 
Which call'd them to the throne. 

Thus heaven is gathering, one by one, 

In its capacious breast, 
All that is pure and permanent, 

And beautiful and blest ; 
The family is scatter'd yet, 

Though of one home and heart; 
Part militant in earthly gloom, 

In heavenly glory part. 



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Elim y or Hymns 



But who can speak the rapture, when 

The number is complete, 
And all the children sunder'd now, 

Around one Father meet ? 
One fold, one Shepherd, one employ, 

One everlasting Home : 
cc Lo ! I come quickly : " Even so ; 

Amen ! Lord Jesus, come. 




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ATHANASIUS. 
Athanasius contra Mundum. 

HE world against me, I against the 
world : 
Strange words for him who just now 
stood 
On Alexandria's throne and hurled 

His thunders as he would. 
But rock is not less rock, though forced at last 

To fall before the beating sea ; 
Nor may I be the less myself though cast 
Away from majesty. 

God's truth I stand on, can I need a throne ? 

Or bishop's vesture, if I feel 
His mercy wrap me with a warmth its own, 

While at His feet I kneel ? 
No, let them drive me thrice again from sway, 

As they, ere this, three times have driven, 
4So but the Lord be at my side alway, 

I will deem exile heaven. 



2i8 Ellm^ or Hymns. 

They call me haughty, of opinion proud, 

Untaught to bend a stubborn will ; 
Ah little dreams the shallow-hearted crowd 

What thoughts this bosom fill, 
What loneliness this outer strength doth hide, 

What longing lies beneath this calm, 
For human sympathy so long untried, 

Our earth's divinest balm. 

But more than sympathy the truth I prize; 

Above my friendships hold I God, 
And stricken be these feet ere they despise 

The path their Master trod. 
So let my banner be again unfurled, 

Again its cheerless motto seen, 
"The world against me, I against the world : " 

Judge Thou, dear Christ, between. 




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FAITH. 



£ri 



AITH is a very slender thing, 
Though little understood ; 
It frees the soul from death's dread sting, 
By resting in the Blood. 

It looks not on the things around, 

Nor on the things within ; 
It takes its flight to scenes above, 

Beyond the spheres of sin. 

It sees, upon the throne of God, 

A Victim that was slain ; 
It rests its all on His shed blood, 

And says, I 'm born again. 

Faith is not what we feel or see ; 
It is a simple trust 



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In what the God of Love has said 
Of Jesus, as "the Just." 

The Perfect One, that died for me, 
Upon His Father's throne 

Presents our names before our God, 
And pleads Himself alone. 

What Jesus is, and that alone, 
Is faith's delightful plea ; 

It never deals with sinful self, 
Or righteous self, in me. 

It tells me I am counted " dead " 
By God, in His own Word ; 

It tells me I am born again 
In Christ, my risen Lord. 

In that He died, He died to sin; 

In that He lives — to God ; 
Then I am dead to nature's hopes, 

And justified through blood. 

If He is free, then I am free 
From all unrighteousness ; 



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If He is just, then I am just : 
He is my Righteousness. 

What want I more to perfect bliss ? 

A body like His own 
Will perfect me for greater joys 

Than angels' round the Throne. 





2 22 Elim^ or Hymns 



SHE HATH DONE WHAT SHE COULD. 

HE brought her box of alabaster, 

The precious spikenard filled the room 
With hon'or worthy of the Master, 
A costly, rare, and rich perfume. 

Her tears for sin fell hot and thickly 
On His dear feet, outstretcht and bare ; 

Unconscious how, she wiped them quickly 
With the long ringlets of her hair. 

And richly fall those raven tresses 

Adown her cheek, like willow-leaves, 

As stooping still, with fond caresses, 
She plies her task of love, and grieves. 

Oh may we thus, like loving Mary, 

Ever our choicest offerings bring, 
Nor grudging of our toil, nor chary 

Of costly service to our King. 

Methinks I hear from Christian lowly 
Some hallowed voice at evening rise, 



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Or quiet morn, or in the holy, 

Unclouded calm of Sabbath skies, — 

I bring my box of alabaster, 

Of earthly loves I break the shrine, 

And pour affections, purer, vaster, 

On that dear Head, those feet of Thine. 

The joys I prized, the hopes I cherisht, 
The fairest flowers my fancy wove, 

Behold my fondest idols perisht, 
Receive the incense of my love ! 

What though the scornful world, deriding 
Such waste of love, of service, fears, 

Still let me pour, through taunt and chiding, 
The rich libation of my tears. 

I bring my box of alabaster, — 

Accepted let the offering rise ! 
So grateful tears shall flow the faster, 

In founts of gladness, from my eyes ! 



224 Elim^ or Hymns 



BEHOLD, I STAND AT THE DOOR AND 
KNOCK. 



N the silent midnight watches 

List — thy bosom door ! 
How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, 
Knocketh evermore ! 
Say not *t is thy pulse's beating : 

'T is thy heart of sin ; 
'T is thy Saviour knocks, and crieth, 
" Rise and let Me in." 



Death comes on with reckless footsteps 

To the hall and hut j 
Think you Death will tarry, knocking, 

When the door is shut ? 
Jesus waiteth, waiteth, waiteth, 

But the door is fast ; 
Grieved, away thy Saviour goeth, 

Death breaks in at last. 

Then 't is time to stand entreating 
Christ to let thee in ; 



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At the gate of Heaven beating, 

Wailing for thy sin. 
Nay, alas ! thou guilty creature, 

Hast thou, then, forgot ? 
Jesus waited long to know thee, 

Now He knows thee not. 



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THE SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

'• But unto you that fear my Name shall the Sun of 
Righteousness arise 'with healing in His wings" — Mai. 
iv. 2. 

HE sick man in his chamber, 

Through the long, weary night 
Tossed on his restless pillow, 
How longs he for the light! 

He counts the hours that linger, 

Heavy with clouds and rain, 
And a great weight of darkness 

Lies on his fevered brain. 

He hears the loud clock ticking, 

And the owl hoot afar ; 
While glimmers the pale night-light, 

And fades the midnight star ; 

» 
Till eastward in the Heaven 

He sees at last the sign, — 
O'er the far purple mountain 

A single silver line. 



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It broadens and it deepens 

To a sea of red and gold, 
With clouds of rosy amber 

Around its glory rolled. 

Till each pane of his window- 
Is silvered o'er and o'er, 

And lines of golden arrows 
Lie on the dusky floor. 

The sick soul lieth weary 

In the world's soft unrest, 
With clouds of care and sorrow 

And weight of sins opprest. 

Out of the night she crieth, 

Out of the narrow room : 
O Saviour, gentle Saviour, 

Wilt Thou not pierce the gloom ? 

Break on this night of longing, 
Where hand in hand we grope, 

Through wastes of vain endeavor, 
'Neath stars of fruitless hope. 

O'er the great hills of sadness 
That hem us darkly in, 



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Rough with our tears and losses, 
And black with many a sin > — 

Rise, rise above the mountains, 
With healing on Thy wings ; 

Break, break into the chambers, 
Where pain in secret stings. 

Come while the morning tarries, 
Our waiting eyes to bless ; 

Look through the lowly lattice, 
Bright Sun of Righteousness ! 

Set for the hearts that love Thee 
Thy token up above, — 

The white rays of redemption, 
And the red fire of love. 

Out of our gloom we call Thee, 
Out of our helpless night j 

Sun of the world, sweet Saviour, 
Show us Thy perfect light. 




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THE WANDERER. 

"• / have gone astray like a sheep that is lost : seek 
Thy servant ; for I do not forget Thy commandments" 

|AR from the Shepherd's one true Fold 
I stray, 
In pathways all unknown ; 

dark and gloomy is the woful day 

That finds me here alone. 

My hopes are blighted and my heart bereft 

Of comfort and repose, 
Because the Shepherd's blessed Fold I left, 

To wander where I chose. 

1 sought more liberty and less restraint ; 

My will I wished to please ; 
And all day long I made a vain complaint, 
For greater rest and ease ; 

At last I broke away and left the flock, 

To find a desert bare — 
No food, no cooling stream, no sheltering 
rock, — 

False dreams and blank despair. 



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Oh for the Fold, the blessed P'old once more ! 

Oh for the Shepherd's hand, 
To guide me back, and lead me as of yore 

In verdant pasture land ! 

Oh seek me, tender Shepherd, lest I die j 
Find me and take me home j 

Once there again in calm security, 
My feet shall never roam. 

Thy staff may strike, — I will not shrink again, 
Or spurn Thy warning voice, 

Or seek a pathway without toil or pain, 
Of mine own erring choice. 

But in the footsteps of the flock my way 
With duteous love I '11 take, 

And strive to curb my will, and day by day 
All devious ways forsake. 

Then seek me, tender Shepherd, lest I die, 
Or further from Thee roam ; 

In pity heed Thy wanderer's heart-wrung cry, 
And bring me safely home. 



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"WHO CAN FORGIVE SINS, BUT GOD 
ONLY?" 



NE Priest alone can pardon me, 
Or bid me " Go in peace ; " 
Can breathe that word, " Absolvo te," 



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: &*M 



And make these heart-throbs cease : 
My soul hath heard His priestly voice ; 
It said, " I bore thy sins, — rejoice ! " 

He show'd the spear-mark in His side, 
The nail-print on His palm ; 

Said, " Look on Me, the crucified ; 
Why tremble thus ? Be calm ! 

All power is mine — I set thee free, — 

Be not afraid — Absolvo te." 

By Him my soul is purified, 

Once leprous and defiled, 
Cleansed in the fountain from His side, 

God sees me as a child : 
No priest can heal or cleanse but He ; 
No other say, " Absolvo te." 



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He robed me in a priestly dress 
That I might incense bring, 

Of prayer and praise and righteousness, 
To heaven's eternal King : 

And when He gave this robe to me, 

He smiled and said, " Absolvo te." 

In heaven He stands before the throne, 
The great High-Priest above, 

" Melchisedec," — that name alone 
Can sin's dark stain remove : 

To Him I look on bended knee, 

And hear that sweet — " Absolvo te." 

A girded Levite here below, 

I willing service bring, 
And fain would tell to all I know 

Of Christ, the Priestly King : 
Would win all hearts from sin to flee, 
And hear Him say, " Absolvo te." 

A little while, and He shall come 

Forth from the inner shrine, 
To call His pardon'd brethren home ; 
O bliss, supreme, divine ! 
When every blood-bought child shall see 
The Priest who said, " Absolvo te." 



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KYRIE ELEISON. 

ORD Jesus Christ, my faithful Shep- 
herd, hear ; 
Feed me with Thy grace, draw inly 
near ; 
By Thee redeem'd, in Thee alone I live, 
All I need 't is Thou canst give : 
Kyrie Eleison. 

Ah, Lord, Thy timid sheep now feed 
With joy upon Thy heavenly mead, 

Lead us to the crystal river 

Whence our life is flowing ever : 
Kyrie Eleison. 

For Thou art calling all the toil-oppress'd, 

All the weary to Thy rest ; 

The pardon of their sins is here bestow'd, 
Thou dost free them from their load : 
Kyrie Eleison. 



234 Elim, or Hymns. 

Ah, come, Thyself put forth Thine hand, 

Unbind this heavy iron band, 
Set me from my sorrows free, 
Give me strength to follow Thee : 
Kyrie Eleison. 

Thou fain wouldst heart and Soul to Thee incline, 
Take me from myself* and make me Thine ; 

Thou art the Vine and I the branch, oh, grant 

I may grow a living plant : 

Kyrie Eleison. 

For nought but sin I find in me, 
Yet are they done away in Thee ; 

Mine are anguish, fear, unrest, 

But in Thee, Lord, I am blest : 

Kyrie Eleison. 











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Zfyt ftcsurrcction of t$c 23obp* 



I BELIEVE IN THE RESURRECTION OF 
THE EODY. 



■>*^vsEAR Saviour of a dying world, 
§**jj : Where grief and change must be. 



* In the new grave where Thou wast laid, 

My heart lies down with Thee. 
Oh, not in cold despair of joy, 

Or weariness of pain, 
But from a hope that shall not die, 

To rise and live again. 



I would arise in all Thy strength 

My place on earth to fill, 
To work out all my time of war 

With love's unflinching will ; 
Firm against every doubt of Thee 

For all my future way — 
To walk in Heaven's eternal light 

Throughout the changing day. 



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Ah, such a day as thou shalt own 
When suns have ceased to shine ! 

A day of burdens borne by Thee, 
And work that all was Thine. . 

Speed Thy bright rising in my heart, 
Thy righteous kingdom speed, — 

Till my whole life in concord say, 
u The Lord is risen indeed. " 

Oh for an impulse from Thy love 

With every coming breath, 
To sing that sweet undying song 

Amid the wrecks of death ! 
A " hail ! " to every mortal pang 

That bids me take my right 
To glory in the blessed life 

Which Thou hast brought to light. 

I long to see the hallowed earth 

In new creation rise, — 
To find the germs of Eden hid 

Where its fallen beauty lies, — 
To feel the spring-tide of a soul 

By one deep love set free ; 
Made meet to lay aside her dust, 

And be at home with Thee. 



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And then — there shall be yet an end — 

An end how full to bless ! 
How dear to those who watch for Thee 

With human tenderness ! 
Then shall the saying come to pass 

That makes our home complete, 
And, rising from the conquered grave, 

Thy parted ones shall meet. 

Yes — they shall meet, and face to face 

By heart to heart be known, 
Clothed with Thy likeness, Lord of life, 

And perfect in their own. 
For this corruptible must rise, 

From its corruption free, 
And this frail mortal must put on 

Thine immortality. 

Shine, then, Thou Resurrection Light, 

Upon our sorrows shine ! 
The fulness of Thy joy be ours, 

As all our griefs were Thine. 
Now, in this changing, dying life 

Our faded hopes restore, 
Till, in Thy triumph perfected, 

We taste of death no more. 



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THE WIDOW OF NAIN. 

"And 'when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on 
her, and said unto her, Weep not.'" — 'Luke vii. 13. 

IORTH from the city gate, 
As evening shadows lengthen o'er the 
plain, 

And the hushed crowd in reverent silence 
wait, 
Passed out a funeral train. 

Only one mourner there, 
Slowly, with feeble steps, following the dead, 
In the sad travail of the soul's despair 

Bowed down her stricken head. 

For him she wept forlorn, 
Of care the solace, and of age the stay, 
Whose silver cord was broken ere the morn 

Had brightened into day. 

Thus hath it ever been, — 
Time, the destroyer, sweeps relentless by, 



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When hopes are strong and leaves of promise 



:reen. 



And manhood's heart beats high. 

Who comes of stately mien, 
As one with travel weary, seeking rest, — 
Whose aspect gentle, and whose brow serene, 

Speak of a mission blest? 

'T is He, with power to save, 
W T ho where desponding grief his vigil kept, 
Knowing all human sufferings, at the grave 

Of Lazarus wept. 

Thus spake He, — "Weep no more ! 
Be still, sad heart ! Be dry, ye moistened eyes ! 
Thus to the living T the dead restore ! 

Sleeper, awake, arise ! " 

Then at His bidding came 
To those cold lips the warm, returning breath ; 
Then did He kindle life's extinguished flame, 

Victor o'er Sin and Death. 

And thus He ever stands, — 
Friend of the fallen, wiping all tears away, 



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Wherever Sorrow lifts her suppliant hands, 
And Faith remains to pray. 

Where'er the wretched flee, 
From the rude conflict of this world distrest, 
Consoling words He whispers, — " Come to Me, 

And I will give you rest! " 

Till at the second birth, 
He bids the woes and wrongs of ages cease, 
And brings to an emancipated earth, 

Judgment, and truth, and peace ; 

And gathers all His own 
From the four winds to that eternal shore, 
Where Mercy sits upon the great white throne, 

And Death shall be no more. 




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THE GRAVE AT BETHANY. 

lOVE'S tears fell fast, like the thick rain 
j that weepeth 

J Earths glory fled ; 
" She goeth to the grave," they said, " she 
keepeth 

Watch o'er the dead." 

But she hath heard the Master's call, and goeth 

Her Lord to meet ; 
Her bursting heart with her pale form she 
throweth 

Low at His feet. 

tc Hadst Thou been here ! " — Faith's trembling 
sunbeam glistens 

Through sorrow's cloud : 
Touched with the feeling of her tears, He listens 

In anguish bowed. 

"Hadst Thou been here!" — Like gloom the 

land o'ershading, 

Where sunshine slept, 
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Came o'er His Godlike soul that soft upbraiding, 
And Jesus wept. 

"Where have ye laid him?" — Where the 
cypress clinging 

Skirts the low cave, 
He stands, a light o'er Death's dark empire 
flinging, 

Mighty to save. 

Hushed are all sounds, while like soft mists 
ascending, 

Quiet and calm, 
Goes up to Heaven the solemn prayer, por- 
tending 

Griefs richest balm. 

" Lazarus, come forth ! " — Far down in death's 
abysses 

The glad soul heard, 
And, like a babe new waked by morning kisses, 

To life is stirred ; 

And as a dream one waking moment tarries, 

Then melts in night, 
No thought of those dark days the spirit carries 

Back to the light j 



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But even as one who some brief while hath 
wandered 

On field or foam, 
And still on loved ones left each night hath 
pondered, 

Yearning for home, — 

He comes again — all sweet familiar faces 

Beholds once more ; 
Each natural scene the foreign past displaces 

From memory's store \ — 

So, without painful change, or fearful wonder. 

From his calm bed, 
Parting the curtains of the grave asunder, 

Came forth the Dead ; 

Earnest of that far time, when, to us waking, 

This life shall seem, 
Amid that higher Life upon us breaking, 

A strange, faint dream. 



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THE MAID IS NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPETH. 

EFT in her little room alone, 

The Ruler's child lay stiff and dead, 
t — —— — ' While, vainly warm, the Syrian sun 
Play'd round her cold and silent bed ; 

While, vainly soft, from Judah's hills 
SighM through the lattice the soft air, 

That could not move the close white lip, 
Nor heave again the bosom fair. 

The voice of anguish and despair 

Is loud within the chamber near, 
Of them lamenting bitterly 

Her early doom with groan and tear. 

Her mother maketh grievous moan : — 
" Ah ! had the sire more swiftly sped, 

And brought the mighty Prophet here 
Ere the last lingering breath was fled ! 






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" What now avails that far away 

Comes o'er the plain his hastening tread ! 

Go tell him that he trouble not 

The Master more ; my child is dead." 

Dead ! is all o'er when that is said ? 

Are hope, and trust, and comfort, gone ? 
The servant tells the weeping sire, 

And yet the Prophet journeys on. 

He stands amid the mourning throng : 
" Why do ye make this bitter cry ? 

The damsel is not dead, she sleeps. " 

They laugh in scorn, — they saw her die. 

Yea, but they see not the strong power 
For life and death that standeth by, 

Nor read the awful Godhead veil'd 
Beneath that meekly patient eye. 

Go forth, then, unbelieving throng ; 

The three apostles, and the twain 
Who love so tenderly, alone 

Shall see her spirit come again. 

Now waken, waken, little maiden, 
His foot is on thy chamber- floor, 



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The Lord God of the living cometh 
Thine earthly being to restore. 

He takes her cold resistless hand : — 
" Damsel, I say to thee, arise." 

Lo, life returns, with mantling flow, 
To cheek, and brow, and kindling eyes. 

She riseth up, she walketh forth, 
Her lip is red, her heart is warm ; 

He gives her to her mother's kiss, 
He gives her to her father's arm. 

Surely, we too have hope in sorrow, 
Who for our Christian brethren weep ; 

Christ is our Life and Resurrection ; 
They are not dead, they do but sleep. 



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STRANGERS AND SOJOURNERS. 




E have no home on earth below, 

And time is short and heaven is near ; 
O that our hearts were weaned so 



That we could live like strangers here : 

Like pilgrims that have paused an hour 
To rest upon some foreign strand ; 

Like banished men that love to pour 
The praises of their Fatherland ! 

Bright are the flowers that God has lent 
To bloom beneath the traveller's tread ; 

And beautiful the starry tent 

He spreadeth o'er the pilgrim's head. 



But in the Land that 's far away 

There needs no light of sun or moon ; 

And flowers that never know decay 
Along its starless shores are strewn. 



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BELOW AND ABOVE. 

'OWN below the wild November whist- 
ling 
Through the beech's dome of burning 
red, 
And the Autumn sprinkling penitential 
Dust and ashes on the chestnut's head. 

Down below a pall of airy purple, 

Darkly hanging from the mountain-side, 

And the sunset from his eyebrow staring 
O'er the long roll of the leaden tide. 

Up above the Tree with leaf unfading,. 

By the everlasting river's brink, 
And the Sea of glass, beyond whose margin 

Never yet the sun was known to sink. 

Down below the white wings of the sea-bird, 
Dashed across the furrows dark with mould, 

Flitting like the memories of our childhood 
Through the trees now waxen pale and old. 



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Down below imaginations quivering 

Through our human spirits like the wind, 

Thoughts that toss like leaves about the wood- 
land, 
Hopes like sea-birds flashed across the mind. 

Up above the host no man can number, 
In white robes, a palm in every hand, 

Each some work sublime forever working, 
In the spacious tracts of that great Land. 

Up above the thoughts that know not anguish. 
Tender care, sweet love for us below, 

Noble pity free from anxious terror, 
Larger love without a touch of woe. 

Down below a sad, mysterious music, 

Wailing through the woods and on the shore, 

Burdened with a grand majestic secret 
That keeps sweeping from us evermore. 

Up above a music that entwineth, 
With eternal threads of golden sound, 

The great poem of this strange existence, 

All whose wondrous meaning hath been 
found. 



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Down below the Church to whose poor win- 
dow 

Glory by the autumnal trees is lent, 
And a knot of worshippers in mourning, 

Missing some one at the Sacrament. 

Up above the burst of Hallelujah, 
And (without the sacramental mist 

Wrapt around us like a sunlit halo) 
The great vision of the face of Christ. 

Down below cold sunlight on the tombstones, 
And the green, wet turf with faded flowers, 

Winter roses, once like young hopes burning, 
Now beneath the ivy dripped with showers : 

And the new-made grave within the church- 
yard, 

And the white cap on that young face pale, 
And the watcher ever as it dusketh 

Rocking to and fro with that long wail. 

Up above a crowned and happy spirit, 
Like an infant in the eternal years, 

Who shall grow in love and light forever, 
Ordered in his place among his peers. 



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Oh the sobbing of the winds of autumn, 
Oh the sunset streak of stormy gold, 

Oh the poor heart thinking in the church-yard, 
" Night is coming, and the grave is cold." 

Oh the pale and plashed and sodden roses, 
Oh the desolate heart that grave above, 

Oh the white cap shaking as it darkens 
Round that shrine of memory and love. 

Oh the rest forever, and the rapture ! 

Oh the Hand that wipes the tears away ! 
Oh the golden homes beyond the sunset, 

And the hope that watches o'er the clay ! 




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NOW IS OUR SALVATION NEARER THAN 
WHEN WE BELIEVED. 






NE sweetly solemn thought 

Comes to me o'er and o'er, — 
I 'm nearer home to-day 
Than I ever have been before. 



Nearer my Father's House, 
Where the many mansions be, 

Nearer the Great White Throne, 
Nearer the Jasper Sea ; 

Nearer the bound of life, 

Where we lay our burdens down, 
Nearer leaving the Cross, 

Nearer gaining the Crown. 

But lying darkly between, 

Winding down through the night, 
Is the dim and unknown stream 

That leads me at last to the Light, 



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Closer, closer my steps 

Come to the dark abysm, 
Closer Death to my lips 

Presses the awful chrysm. 

Saviour, perfect my trust, 

Strengthen the might of my faith ; 
Let me feel as I would when I stand 

On the rock of the shore of death \ — 

Feel as I would when my feet 

Are slipping over the brink, 
For it may be I 'm nearer Home — 

Nearer now than I think ! 




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THE DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 
Acts xii. 

HE Apostle slept, — a light shone in 
the prison, 
An angel touched his side ; 
" Arise! " he said ; and quickly he hath risen, 
His fettered arms untied. 

The watchers saw no light at midnight gleaming, 

They heard no sound of feet ; 
The gates fly open, and the saint, still dreaming, 

Stands free upon the street. 

So when the Christian's eyelid droops and closes 

In nature's parting strife, 
A friendly Angel stands where he reposes, 

To wake him up to life. 

He gives a gentle blow, and so releases 

The spirit from its clay ; 
From sin's temptations, and from life's distresses, 

He bids it come away. . 



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It rises up, and from its darksome mansion 

It takes its silent flight ; 
And feels its freedom in the large expansion 

Of heavenly air and light. 

Behind, it hears Time's iron gates close faintly, 

It now is far from them ; 
For it has reached the City of the saintly, 

The New Jerusalem. 

A voice is heard on earth of kinsfolk weeping 

The loss of one they love : 
But he is gone where the redeemed are keeping 

A Festival above ! 

The mourners throng the way, and from the 
steeple 

The funeral-bell tolls slow ; 
But on the golden streets the holy people 

Are passing to and fro j 

And saying as they meet, " Rejoice ! another, 

Long waited for, is come ;" 
The Saviour's heart is glad, a younger brother 

Hath reached the Father's Home ! 



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WHO, AND WHENCE? 

|jOT from Jerusalem alone 

To heaven the path ascends ; 

As near, as sure, as straight the way 
That leads to the celestial day, 
From furthest realms extends — 
Frigid or torrid zone. 

What matters how or when we start ? 
One is the crown to all ; 

One is the hard but glorious race, 
Whatever be our starting-place j 
Rings round the earth the call 
That says, Arise, depart ! 

From the balm-breathing, sun-loved isles 
Of the bright Southern sea, 

From the dead North's cloud-shadowed 

pole, 
We gather to one gladsome goal, — 
One common home in thee, 
City of sun and smiles ! 



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The cold, rough billow hinders none ; 
Nor helps the calm, fair main ; 

The brown rock of Norwegian gloom, 
The verdure of Tahitian bloom, 
The sands of Miriam's plain, 
Or peaks of Lebanon. 

As from the green lands of the vine, 
So from the snow wastes pale, 
We find the ever-open road 
To the dear city of our God ; 
From Russian steppe, or Burman vale, 
Or terraced Palestine. 

Not from swift Jordan's sacred stream 
Alone we mount above ; 

Indus or Danube, Thames or Rhone, 
Rivers unsainted and unknown, 
From each the Home of love 
Beckons with heavenly gleam. 

Not from gray Olivet alone 
We see the gates of life ; 

From Morven's heath or Jungfrau's snow, 
We welcome the descending glow 
Of pearl and chrysolite, 
And the unsetting sun. 
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Not from Jerusalem alone 

The Church ascends to God ; 

Strangers of every tongue and clime, 
Pilgrims of every land and time, 
Throng the well-trodden road 
That leads up to the throne. 



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ONLY WAITING. 




NLY waiting till the shadows 
Are a little longer grown ; 
Only waiting till the glimmer 
Of the day's last beam is flown ; 
Till the night of earth is faded 

From the heart once full of day ; 
Till the stars of heaven are breaking 
Through the twilight, soft and gray. 

Only waiting till the reapers 

Have the last sheaf gathered home ; 
For the summer time is faded, 

And the autumn winds have come ; 
Quickly, reapers ! gather quickly 

These last ripe hours of my heart, 
For the bloom of life is withered, 

And I hasten to depart. 



Only waiting till the angels 
Open wide the mystic gate, 

At whose feet I long have lingered, 
Weary, poor, and desolate. 



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Even now I hear their footsteps 
And their voices far away j 

If they call me, I am waiting, — 
Only waiting to obey. 

Only waiting till the shadows 

Are a little longer grown ; 
Only waiting till the glimmer 

Of the day's last beam is flown : 
Then from out the gathering darkness 

Holy, deathless stars shall rise, 
By whose light my soul shall gladly 

Tread its pathway to the skies ! 




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GOING HOME. 

rt Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and for- 
bid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God" — 
St. Mark x. 14. 




HEY are going — only going — 
Jesus called them long ago ; 
All the wintry time they 're pass- 
ing 
Softly as the falling snow. 
When the violets in the spring-time 

Catch the azure of the sky, 
They are carried out to slumber 
Sweetly where the violets lie. 

They are going — only going — 

When with summer earth is drest, 
In their cold hands holding roses 

Folded to each silent breast : 
When the autumn hangs red banners 

Out above the harvest sheaves, 
They are going — ever going — 

Thick and fast, like falling leaves. 



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All along the mighty ages, 

All adown the solemn time, 
They have taken up their homeward 

March to that serener clime, 
Where the watching, waiting Angels 

Lead them from the shadow dim, 
To the brightness of His presence 

Who has called them unto Him. 

They are going — only going — 

Out of pain and into bliss ; 
Out of sad and sinful weakness 

Into perfect holiness. 
Snowy brows — no care shall shade them ; 

Bright eyes — tears shall never dim ; 
Rosy lips — no time shall fade them ; 

Jesus called them unto Him. 

Little hearts for ever stainless, — 

Little hands as pure as they, — 
Little feet, by Angels guided, 

Never a forbidden way ! 
They are going — ever going — 

Leaving many a lonely spot ; 
But 'tis Jesus who has called them — 

Suffer, and forbid them not ! 



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THE JERUSALEM THAT IS ABOVE. 




RIEF life is here our portion ; 

Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; 
The life that knows no ending, 
The tearless life, is there. 

O happy retribution ! 

Short toil, eternal rest : 
For mortals and for sinners 

A mansion with the blest. 

And now we fight the battle, 
But then shall wear the crown 

Of full and everlasting 
And passionless renown : 

And now we watch and struggle, 

And now we live in hope, 
And Sion in her anguish 

With Babylon must cope : 

But He whom now we trust in 

Shall then be seen and known j 



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And they that know and see Him 
Shall have Him for their own. 



The morning shall awaken, 
The shadows flee away, 

And each true-hearted servant 
Shall shine as doth the day. 

There God, our King and Portion, 

In fulness of His grace, 
Shall we behold forever, 

And worship face to face. 

Part II. 

For thee, O dear, dear Country, 
Mine eyes their vigils keep ; 

For very love, beholding 

Thy happy name, they weep. 

The mention of thy glory 
Is unction to the breast, 

And medicine in sickness, 
And love, and light, and rest. 

O one, O only Mansion ! 
O Paradise of Joy ! 



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Where tears are ever banished, 
And smiles have no alloy ; 

The Lamb is all thy splendor, 

The Crucified thy praise ; 
His laud and benediction 

Thy ransomed people raise. 

With Jasper glow thy bulwarks, 
Thy streets with emeralds blaze ; 

The sardius and the topaz 
Unite in thee their rays ; 

Thine ageless walls are bonded 

With amethyst unpriced ; 
The saints build up its fabric, 

And the corner-stone is Christ. 

Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! 

Thou hast no time, bright day ! 
Dear fountain of refreshment 

To pilgrims far away ! 

Upon the Rock of Ages 

They raise thy holy tower ; 
Thine is the victor's laurel, 

And thine the golden dower. 



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Part III. 

Jerusalem the golden ! 

With milk and honey blest! 
Beneath thy contemplation 

Sink heart and voice opprest. 

I know not, oh ! I know not 
What joys await us there ; 

What radiancy of glory, 

What bliss beyond compare. 

They stand, those halls of Sion, 
All jubilant with song, 

And bright with many an Angel, 
And all the martyr throng : 

The Prince is ever in them, 
The daylight ever bright ; 

The pastures of the blessed 
Are decked in glorious light. 

There is a throne of David ; 

And there, from care released, 
The shout of them that triumph, 

The song of them that feast ; 



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And they, who with their Leader 
Have conquered in the fight, 

For ever and for ever 

Are clad in robes of white. 

O sweet and blessed Country, 

The Home of God's elect! 
O sweet and blessed Country, 

That eager hearts expect ! 

Jesu, in mercy bring us 

To that dear land of rest : 
Who art, with God the Father, 

And Spirit, ever blest. 




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NO NIGHT THERE. 

HERE is no night in heaven: 
In that blest world above 
Work never can bring weariness, 
For work itself is love. 
There is no night in heaven : 
Yet nightly round the bed 
Of every Christian wanderer 
Faith hears an angel tread. 

There is no grief in heaven : 

For life is one glad day, 
And tears are of those former things 

Which all have passed away. 

There is no grief in heaven : 

Yet angels from on high 
On golden pinions earthward glide, 

The Christian's tears to dry. 



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There is no sin in heaven : 

Behold that blessed throng; 
All holy is their spotless robe, 

All holy is their song. 

There is no sin in heaven : 

Here who from sin is free ? 
Yet angels aid us in our strife 

For Christ's true liberty. 

There is no death in heaven : 

For they who gain that shore 
Have won their immortality, 

And they can die no more. 

There is no death in heaven : 

But when the Christian dies, 
The angels 'wait his parted soul, 

And waft it to the skies. 




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"THOU ART MY PORTION, O LORD! 



HAVE a heritage of joy- 
That yet I must not see, 
b The hand that bled to make it mine 




Is keeping it for me. 

I have a certainty of love 
That sets my heart at rest, 

A calm assurance for to-day, 
That to be thus is best. 

My heart is resting, O my God, 

My heart is in Thy care j 
I hear the voice of joy and health 

Resounding everywhere. 

" Thou art my portion," saith my soul 
cc Amen ! " sweet voices say ; 

The music of that glad Amen 
Will never die away. 



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"TILL THE CHANGE COME.' 




THE SONG OF DOUBT. 

HIS earth is the court of a palace, 

Where petitioners wait for the King, 
Till the solemn-eyed servitor cometh 
Them into the Presence to bring. 
Till Death, the dread summoner, cometh, 

While with fear all the waiters are dumb, 
And he beclconeth, beckoneth ever, 

Saying, " Up ! for thy hour is come." 
Saying, M Up ! for thy waiting is ended." 

Then dismally brazen bells swing, 
And sad with a gloomy foreboding, 
We go to the Court of the King. 

THE SONG OF FAITH. 

This earth is watching and waiting, 

Looking on and longing by night, 
While far on the distant horizon, 

The heavens are belted with light — 



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Elim y or Hymns. 



The heavens are bright at His coming, 

Who bringeth the message of love, 
And who beclconeth, beckoneth ever, 

Saying, " Come to thy Father above." 
Saying, " Come ! for the King is thy Father." 

Then sweetly the happy bells ring, 
And gladly with hearts of rejoicing, 

We go to the Court of the King. 







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THE MOUNT OF OLIVES. 

" He luent out into a mountain to pray, and continued 
all night in prayer to God." — Luke vi. 12. 



HOU didst love the evening hours, 
Saviour of the world and me, 
And the closing of the flowers 




Brought a welcome rest to Thee, 
As the hireling gladly sees 
The long shadows of the trees. 

Rest, but not on beds of down, 
Curtained close in soft repose ; 

Thou didst seek the mountain's crown ; 
Where the shady olive grows, 

Thou didst find a place of prayer, 

Commune with Thy Father there. 

Ah ! methinks I see Thee now, 
Climbing, late, the mountain-side ; 

Cool night breezes fan Thy brow, 
Day's long cares in shadows hide : 

Far below the Eastern steep 

Salem lies in double sleep ! 



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All day long those hands of Thine 
Mercy's almoners have been ; 

All day long those eyes Divine 

Sights of want and woe have seen ; 

All day long those ears have heard 

Many a harsh and sinful word. 

Angel hands Thy couch shall spread 
On the green and mossy sward ; 

At Thy feet and at Thy head 

Cherubs shall keep watch and ward 

Bright, like his at Luz, shall be 

Midnight visions unto Thee ! 

Nay, He rests not, — see Him there, 
Kneeling low upon the sod, 

All the burden of His prayer 
Pouring forth as man to God ; 

Far away from earthly jars, 

In the clear, calm light of stars. 

For Himself He prays awhile, — 
Strength to do His will on earth ; 

He whose spirit knew no guile, 
Bore no taint of sinful birth,— 

Strength to bear His Father's frown, 

Grace to spurn the proffered crown : 



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Then for those few simple sheep, 

Earnest of His future Fold, 
Fervent yearnings upward leap, 

Faith and Hope for them grow bold > 
Angel censers through the air 
Waft the perfume of His prayer. 

But the first gray light of morning 

Pierces now the olive shade \ 
Early birds, with gentle warning, 

Carol through the leafy glade ; 
All unrested, save by prayer, 
Jesus drinks the morning air. 

Saviour ! let the evening hours 
Dear to us, Thy children, be ; 

With clasped hands, as folded flowers, 
Praying earnestly to Thee, 

Let our vesper-worship rise 

Incense-like before Thine eyes j — 

Then, when that dark eventide 

Closes in our life's long day, 
And, like some steep mountain-side, 

Frowns the last and lonesome way, 
Bright to us that path shall be, 
Found alone, O Lord, with Thee ! 




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A PRAYER. 

ASK not wealth, but power to take 

And use the things I have aright ; 
Not years, but wisdom that shall make 
My life a profit and delight. 

I ask not that for me the plan 

Of good and ill be set aside, 
But that the common lot of man 

Be nobly borne and glorified. 

I know I may not always keep 

My steps in places green and sweet, 

Nor find the pathway of the deep 
A path of safety to my feet. 

But pray, that, when the tempest's breath 
Shall fiercely sweep my way about, 

I make not shipwreck of my faith 
In the unbottomed sea of doubt; 

And that, though it be mine to know 
How hard the stoniest pillow seems, 



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Good angels still may come and go 
On the bright ladder of my dreams. 

I do not ask for love below, — 

That friends shall never be estranged j 

But for the power of loving, so 

My heart may keep its youth unchanged. 

Youth, joy, wealth — Fate, I give thee these ; 

Leave faith and hope till life is passed ; 
And leave my heart's best impulses 

Fresh and unfailing to the last. 

For this I count, of all sweet things, 
The sweetest out of heaven above ; 

And loving others surely brings 
The fullest recompense of love ! 



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REST AND PEACE IN TRUTH. 

DO not ask, O Lord, that Thou 
shouldst shed 

Full radiance here ; 
Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread 

Without a fear ; 
I do not ask my cross to understand, 

My way to see — 
Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand 

And follow Thee. 
Joy is like restless day ; but peace divine, 

Like quiet night : 
Lead me, O Lord — till perfect day shall shine, 

Through' peace to light. 



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HERE IS MY HEART. 

1"ERE is my heart ! — my God, I give it 
Thee ; 
I heard Thee call and say, 
" Not to the world, my child, but unto me ;" — 

I heard and will obey. 
Here is love's offering to my King, 
Which in glad sacrifice I bring, — 
Here is my heart ! 



Here is my heart ! — surely the gift, though poor, 

My God will not despise; 
Vainly and long I sought to make it pure, 

To meet Thy searching eyes ; 
Corrupted once in Adam's fall, 

The stains of sin pollute it ail, — 
My guilty heart ! 

Here is my heart! — my heart so sad before, 

Now by Thy grace made meet ; 
Yet bruised and wearied, it can only pour 

Its anguish at Thy feet j 



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It groans beneath the weight of sin, 

It sighs salvation's joy to win, — 

My mourning heart ! 

Here is my heart ! — in Christ its longings end, 

Near to the cross it draws ; 
It says, "Thou art my portion, O, my Friend! 

Thy blood my ransom was." 
And in the Saviour it has found 

What blessedness and peace abound, — 
My trusting heart ! 

Here is my heart! — ah ! Holy Spirit, come, 

Its nature to renew, 
And consecrate it wholly as Thy home, 

A temple fair and true. 
Teach it to love and serve Thee more, 

To fear Thee, trust Thee, and adore, — 
My cleansed heart ! 

Here is my heart ! — it trembles to draw near 

The glory of Thy throne : 
Give it the shining robe Thy servants wear, 

Of righteousness Thine own j 
Its pride and folly chase away, 

Thou who art wise, and just, and true, — 
My waiting heart! 



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Here is my heart ! — O Friend of friends, be near 

To make the tempter fly ; 
And when my latest foe I wait with fear, 

Give me the victory. 
Gladly on Thy love reposing, 

Let me say, when life is closing, 
" Here is my heart!" 




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A SOUL'S ENTREATY. 




ORD, what unvalued pleasures crowned 
The days of old ! 
When Thou wert so familiar found, 
Those days were gold. 



When Abram wished, Thou couldst afford 

With him to.feast ; 
When Lot but said, " Turn in, my Lord," 

Thou wert his guest. 

But ah ! this heart of mine doth pant 

And beat for Thee, 
Yet Thou art strange, and wilt not grant 

Thyself to me. 

What! shall Thy people be so dear 

To Thee no more ? 
Or is not heaven to earth so near 

As heretofore ? 



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The famished raven's hoarser cry 

Finds out Thine ear ; 
My soul is famished, and I die, 

Except Thou hear. 

O Thou great Alpha ! King of kings ! 

Or bow to me, 
Or lend my soul seraphic wings 

To mount to Thee. 



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EVENING HYMN OF THE GREEKS. 




HE day is past and over ; 

All thanks, O Lord, to Thee ! 
I pray Thee that offenceless 
The hours of dark, may be. 
O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight, 
And save me through the coming night ! 

Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour, 

Or sleep in death shall I ; 
And he, m^ wakeful Tempter, 
Triumphantly shall cry : 
" He could not make their darkness light, 
Nor guard them through the hours of night ! " 

Be Thou my soul's preserver, 

O God, for Thou dost know 
How many are the perils 

Through which I have to go : 
Lover of men ! O hear my call, 
And guard and save me from them all ! 



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EVEN-SONG. 

COAIE to Thee to-night, 
In my lone closet where no eye can 
see, 

And dare to crave communion high with Thee, 
Father of love and light! 

Softly the moonbeams shine 
On the still branches of the shadowy trees, 
While all sweet sounds of evening on the breeze 

Steal through the slumbering vine. 

Thou gavest the calm repose 
That rests on all, — the air, the birds, the 

flowers, 
The human spirit in its weary hours, 

Now at the bright day's close. 

'Tis Nature's time for prayer ; 
The silent praises of the glorious sky, 
And the earth's orisons, profound and high, 

To Heaven their breathings bear. 



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With them my soul would bend 
In humble reverence at Thy holy throne. 
Trusting the merits of Thy Son alone 

Thy sceptre to extend. 

If I this day have striven 
With Thy blest Spirit, or have bowed the knee 
To aught of earth in weak idolatry, 

I pray to be forgiven. 

If I have turned away 
From grief or suffering which I might relieve, 
Careless the cup of water e'en to give, 

Forgive me, Lord, I pray. 

And teach me how to feel 
My sinful wanderings with a deeper smart ; 
And more of mercy and of grace impart, 

My sinfulness to heal. 

Not for myself alone 
Would I these blessings of Thy love implore ; 
But for each penitent the wide world o'er, 

Whom Thou hast called Thine own. 

And for my heart's best friends, 
Whose steadfast kindness o'er my painful years 



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Has watched to soothe affliction's grief and tears. 
My warmest prayer ascends. 

Should o'er their path decline 
The .light of gladness, or of hope, or health, 
Be Thou their solace, and their joy, and wealth, 

As they have long been mine. 

And now, O Father, take 
The heart I cast with humble faith on Thee, 
And cleanse its depths from each impurity, 

For my Redeemer's sake ! 




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LIGHTEN OUR DARKNESS. 

OD the Father, be Thou near, 
Save from every harm to-night ; 
^ Make us all Thy children dear, 
In the darkness be our Light. 

God the Saviour, be our Peace, 

Put away our sins to-night ; 
Speak the word of full release, 

Turn our darkness into light. 

Holy Spirit, deign to come, 

Sanctify us all to-night ; 
In our hearts prepare Thy home, 

Then our darkness shall be light. 

Holy Trinity, be nigh ! 

Mystery of love adored, 
Help to live and help to die, — 

Lighten all our darkness, Lord ! 



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AN EVENING HYMN. 

jWEET Saviour ! bless us ere we go ; 

Thy word into our minds instil ; 
4 And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 
With lowly love and fervent will. 
Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 

The day is done, its hours have run ; 

And Thou hast taken count of all, — 
The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 

The broken vow, the frequent fall. 

Grant us, dear Lord ! from evil ways 

True absolution and release ; 
And bless us more than in past days 

With purity and inward peace. 

Do more than pardon ; give us joy, 

Sweet fear, and sober liberty ; 
And simple hearts without alloy 

That only long to be like Thee. 



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Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled ; 

And care is light, for Thou hast cared : 
Ah ! never let our works be soiled 

With strife, or by deceit ensnared. 

For all we love, the poor, the sad, 

The sinful, — unto Thee we call ; 
O let Thy mercy make us glad : 
Thou art our Jesus and our All ! 
Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 



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MIDNIGHT. 



m 



Y God, now I from sleep awake, 
The sole possession of me take ; 
From midnight terrors me secure, 
And guard my heart from thoughts impure ! 

Bless'd angels ! while we silent lie, 
You hallelujahs sing on high ; 
You joyful hymn the Ever-blest 
Before the throne, and never rest. 

I with your choir celestial join 
In offering up a hymn divine ; 
With you in heaven I hope to dwell, 
And bid the night and world farewell. 

Give me a place at Thy saints' feet, 
Or some fall'n angel's vacant seat ! 
I '11 strive to sing as loud as they 
Who sit above in brighter day. 

O may I always ready stand 

With my lamp burning in my hand : 



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May I in sight of Heaven rejoice, 
Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice ! 

The Sun in its meridian height 

Is very darkness in Thy sight ! 

My soul O lighten and inflame, 

With thought and love of Thy great Name 

Bless'd Jesu, Thou on heaven intent, 
Whole nights hast in devotion spent j 
But I, frail creature, soon am tired, 
And all my zeal is soon expired. 

Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, 
Watch over Thine own sacrifice! 
All loose, all idle thoughts cast out, 
And make my very dreams devout ! 

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise Him, all creatures here below ! 
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 




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MORNING. 

|OME, my soul, thou must be waking 
Now is breaking 

O'er the earth another day : 
Come to Him who made this splendor, 
See thou render 

All thy feeble strength can pay. 

Gladly hail the light returning : 
Ready burning 

Be the incense of thy powers : 
For the night is safely ended ; 
God hath tended 

With His care thy helpless hours. 

Pray that He may prosper ever 
Each endeavor, 

When thine aim is good and true ; 
But that He may ever thwart thee 
And convert thee, 

When thou evil would'st pursue. 



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Think that He thy ways beholdeth, 
He unfoldeth 

Every fault that lurks within, 
Every stain of shame glossed over 
Can discover, 

And discern each deed of sin. 

Fettered to the fleeting hours, 
All our powers, 

Vain and brief are borne away : 
Time, my soul, thy ship is steering, 
Onward veering, 

To the gulf of death a prey. 

Only God's free gifts abuse not, 
Light refuse not, 

But His Spirit's voice obey ; 
Soon shall joy thy brow be wreathing, 
Splendor breathing 

Fairer than the fairest day. 




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PRAYER FOR THE GIFT OF GRATITUDE. 

p|g||n:H, come to me, dear Lord, I pray, 
LvMvv ^ nc * ^ et ^"hy love my spirit stay : 
* ' Behold, it longeth sore for Thee, 

I would it might more worthy be. 
To forest streams the hart doth hie, 
When he for thirst is fain to die ; 
And so my soul doth pant for Thee, 

Jesu, Jesu, come to me. 

1 cannot love Thee as I would, 
Yet pardon me, O Highest Good ; 
My life, and all I call mine own, 

I lay before Thine altar-throne : 

And if a thousand lives were mine, 

O sweetest Lord, they should be Thine ; 

And scanty would the offering be, 

So richly hast Thou loved me. 




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IN ALL TIME OF OUR PROSPERITY GOOD 
LORD DELIVER US. 

H, not alone when blinding tears 

Fall over those we 've lately lost, 
And our weak hearts are wrecked and 
tossed 
On the dark ocean of our fears ; — 

But when dear friends around us prove 

How sweet the joys that Thou hast given, 
Then, lest we lose our hold on heaven, 

Good Lord, deliver in Thy love ! 

Not only when the weary head 

Turns restlessly through all the night, 
And watches, longing, till the light 

Comes, joyless, to the sufferer's bed ; — 

But when, with even pulse, the blood 

Thrills through our veins unchecked and free, 
Then, lest we fail in love to Thee, 

Dear Lord, deliver, — Thou art good ! 



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Not only when in poverty 

We sink beneath our load of care, 
And drag the Cross we cannot bear, 

As did our Lord on Calvary ; — 

But when the stores of wealth are poured, 
Around us by Thy liberal grace, 
Lest what Thou givest hide Thy face, 

Oh then deliver us, good Lord ! 

Not only when, with faltering tread, 
We totter down the slope of age, 
And, weary with our pilgrimage, 

Envy the sweetly slumbering dead ; — 

But when we raise the battle-song, 

In youth's glad hour of hope and pride, 
Then, lest we leave our Captain's side, 

Kind Lord, deliver, — Thou art Strong. 

Our sorrows guide us to Thy feet, 

We seek Thee through the gathering cloud, 
And when the tempest thunders loud, 

We hide beneath the mercy-seat. 



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But joy oft leads us far astray, 

We value not Thy strong defence ; 
Oh seek us where we wander thence, 

Good Lord, deliver then, we pray. 




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ASPIRATION. 




H Lord, my God, how long I for the day 
When this poor, doubting, sinful heart 
Shall ne'er be vexed by Satan's art, 
But throughly cleansed from all impurity ; 
When shall it be ? 

Joyful I tread Thy courts ; I love them well : 
Yet my heart pineth to behold 
The pearly gates and streets of gold, 

And shall I ever that fair city see ? 
When shall it be ? 

Ofttimes I feel a secret worm within 
Stealthily gnawing at life's inmost core, 
And a still voice asks daily, o'er and o'er : 

" Is the dread Reaper sent to gather me ? " 
When shall it be ? 



Now do I see how life goes out in pining, 
While death, impatient, waits his prey : 



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Elini) or Hymns 



Quickly night shutteth out the day ; 
Then work and prayer are over, soul, for thee 
Soon shall it be ? 

O Lord, my God ! I ask not rest ; but only 
That morn and eve to Thee I bring 
A broken heart for offering ; 

Waiting till Thou shalt please to set it free, 
Then let it be ! 




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DAY AND NIGHT. 

" // is a good thing to gi'^e thanks unto the Lord, and 
to sing praises unto Thy Name, O most Highest; To tell 
of Thy losing-kindness early in the morning; and of 
Thy Truth in the night-season. — Psalm xcii. 1, 2. 

THINK of Thee, my God, by night, 

And talk of Thee by day ; 
Thy love my treasure and delight, 
Thy truth my strength and stay. 

The day is dark, the night is long, 

Unblest with thoughts of Thee; 
And dull to me the sweetest song 

Unless its theme Thou be. 

Like pleasant thoughts of those we love, 

Which are of self a part, 
Which neither day nor night remove 

Out of the loving heart, — 



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Ellm^ or Hymns 



So all day long, and all the night, 

Lord, let Thy presence be 
Mine air, my breath, my shade, my light, 

Myself absorbed in Thee. 




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DISCOURAGED BECAUSE OF THE WAY. 



HE way seems dark about me ; overhead 
The clouds have long since met in 
gloomy spread, 
And when I looked to see the day break through, 
Cloud after cloud came up with volume new. 




And in that shadow I have passed along, 
Feeling myself grow weak as it grew strong, 
Walking in doubt, and searching for the way, 
And often at a stand, as now to-day. 

And if before me on the path there lies 
A spot of brightness from imagined skies, 
Imagined shadows fall across it, too, 
And the far future takes the present hue. 



Perplexities do throng upon my sight, 

Like scudding fog-banks, to obscure the light ; 



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Some new dilemma rises every day, 
And I can only shut my eyes and pray. 

Lord, I am not sufficient for these things ; 
Give me the light that Thy sweet presence 

brings ; 
Give me Thy grace; give me Thy constant 

strength ; 
Lord, for my comfort, now appear at length. 

It may be that my way doth seem confused, 
Because my heart of Thy way is afraid, — 
Because my eyes have constantly refused 
To see the only opening Thou hast made. 

Because my will would cross some flowery plain, 
Where Thou hast thrown a hedge from every 

side, 
And turneth from the stony walk of pain, 
Its trouble or its care not even tried. 

If thus I try to force my way along, 
The smoothest road incumbered is for me ; 
For were I as an angel swift and strong, 
I could not go unless allowed by Thee. 



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And now I pray Thee, Lord, to lead Thy child, 
Poor wretched wanderer from Thy grace and 

love, — 
Whatever way Thou pleasest through the wild, 
So it but take me to Thy home above. 




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THE MAID IN SYRIA. 

ilHO for the like of me will care I " 

So whispers many a mournful heart, 
When in the weary languid air 
For grief or scorn we pine apart. 

So haply mus'd yon little maid, 

From Israel's breezy mountains borne, 

No more to rest in Sabbath shade, 
Watching the free and wavy corn. 

A captive now, and sold and bought, 
In the proud Syrian's hall she waits, 

Forgotten, — such her moody thought, — 
Even as the worm beneath the gates. 

But One who ne'er forgets is here : 
He hath a word for thee to speak : 

Oh, serve Him yet in duteous fear, 
And to thy Gentile lord be meek. 



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So shall the healing Name be known 
By thee on many a heathen shore, 

And Naaman on his chariot throne 
Wait humbly by Elisha's door. 

By thee desponding lepers know 

The sacred water's sevenfold might, 

Then wherefore sink in listless woe ? 

Christ's poor and needy claim your right. 

Your heavenly right, to do and bear 
All for His sake ; nor yield one sigh 

To pining doubt ; nor ask " What care 
In the wide world for such as I ? " 





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ONE BY ONE. 

NE by one the sands are flowing, 
One by one the moments fall ; 
Some are coming, some are going, 
Do not strive to grasp them all. 

One by one thy duties wait thee, 
Let thy whole strength go to each -, 

Let no future dreams elate thee, 

Learn thou first what these can teach. 

One by one, bright gifts from Heaven, 
Joys are sent thee here below ; 

Take them readily when given, 
Ready, too, to let them go. 

One by one thy griefs shall meet thee : 

Do not fear an armed band ; 
One will fade as others reach thee, 

Shadows passing through the land. 

Do not look at life's long sorrow, 
See how small each moment's pain ; 



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Eli 



Hymns 



God will help thee for to-morrow, 
Every day begin again. 

Every hour that fleets so slowly 
Has its task to do, or bear j 

Luminous the crown, and holy, 
If thou set each gem with care. 

Do not linger with regretting, 
Or for passing hours despond ; 

Nor, the daily toil forgetting, 
Look too eagerly beyond. 



Hours are golden links, God's token 
Reaching Heaven ; but one by one 

Take them, lest the chain be broken 
Ere the pilgrimage be done. 




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THEY THAT SOW IN TEARS SHALL 
REAP IN JOY. 

E have not sowed in vain ! 

Though the heavens seem as brass, 
And piercing the crust of the burning 
plain 
Ye scan not a blade of grass. 

Yet there is life within, 

And waters of life on high ; 
One morn ye shall wake, and the Spring's soft 
green 

O'er the moistened fields shall lie. 

Tears in the dull, cold eye, 

Light on the darkened brow, 
The smile of peace, or the prayerful sigh, 

Where the mocking smile sits now. 

Went ye not forth with prayer ? 

Then ye went not forth in vain ; 
" The Sower, the Son of man," was there, 

And His was that precious grain. 



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Ye may not see the bird, 

The first sweet sign of Spring, 
The first slow drops of the quickening shower 

On the dry, hard ground that ring. 

But the harvest-home ye '11 keep, 

The Summer of life ye '11 share, 
When they that sow and they that reap 

Rejoice together there. 




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CHRIST AT SYCHAR. 

" Jesus saitb unto her, Gi<ve Me to drink." — St. 
John iv. 7. 




IVE Me to drink! And v/ho and what 
art Thou 
l!t ^ ,sssl That askest drink of me, a child of 

earth ? 
O wondrous suppliant! Yes, I know Thee 
now, 
Though once a stranger to Thy matchless 
worth. 

Give Thee to drink! Yes, had I seen Thee 
here 
Athirst and weary, seated on the well, 
O how mine heart had throbbed Thine heart to 
cheer, 
This feeble tongue it hath no words to tell. 

But Jesus say — what wouldst Thou have me do 
To prove the love I then would fain have 
showed ? 



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"I have a little band, a faithful few, 

Pilgrims and strangers on their homeward 
road. 

" Whene 'er you see them weary on the way, 
Athirst or fainting, then remember Me ; 

Think then thou hearest Me, the Master, say, 
' Give Me to drink.' This boon I crave of 
thee. 

" And, oh ! when thou shalt sit with Me beside 
The river of life's water, cool and clear, 

The same which issued from My wounded side, 
When in death's agony I thirsted here, 

"I will give thee to drink — oh! such a draught 
Of life and love from My unbounded store, 

As no poor thirsting spirit ever quaffed, 

When thou shalt drink with Me and thirst 
no more." 




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THE SAGES AND THE SHEPHERDS. 

[jAME North and South and East and 
West, 
Four sages, to a mountain crest, 
Each pledged to search the wide world round 
Until the wondrous well he found. 

Before a crag they made their seat, 

Pure bubbling waters at their feet. 

Said one, This well is small and mean, 

Too petty for a village green ! 

Another said, So small and dumb, 

From earth's deep centre can it come ? 

The third, This water seems not rare, 

Not even bright, but pale as air ! 

The fourth, Thick crowds I looked to see ; 

Where the true well is these must be. 

They rose and left the mountain crest, — 
One North, one South, one East, one West. 
O'er many seas and deserts wide 
They wandered, thirsting, till they died. 

The simple shepherds by the mountain dwell, 
And dip their pitchers in the wondrous well. 



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"AS ONE WHOM HIS MOTHER COM- 
FORTETH." 

COME, dear Lord, like a tired child, 

to creep 
Unto Thy feet, and there awhile to 
sleep. 
Weary, though not with a long busy day, 
But with the morning's sunshine and with play, 
And with some tears that fell, although, the 

while, 
They scarce were deep enough to drown a 
smile. 

There is no need of words of mine to tell 
My heart to Thee ; Thou needest not to spell, 
As others must, my hidden thoughts and fears, 
From out my broken words, my sobs, or tears ; 
Thou knowest all, knowest far more than I, 
The inner meaning of each tear or sigh. 

Thou mayest smile, perchance, as mothers smile 
On sobbing children, seeing, all the while, 



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How soon will pass away the endless grief, 
How soon will come the gladness and relief j 
But if Thou smilest, yet Thy sympathy 
Measures my grief by what it is to me. 

And not the less Thy love doth understand. 
And not the less, with tender, pitying hand, 
Thou wipest all my tears, and the sad face 
Doth cherish to a smile in Thy embrace, 
Until the pain is gone, and Thou dost say, 
" Go now, my child, and work for Me to-day." 




322 



Elim^ or Hymns 




SOMETHING FOR THEE. 

jjOMETHING, my God, for Thee, 
Something for Thee ; 
That each day's setting sun may bring 
Some penitential offering ; 
In Thy dear name some kindness done ; 
To Thy dear love some wanderer won ; 
Some trial meekly borne for Thee, 
Dear Lord, for Thee. 



Something, my God, for Thee, 

Something for Thee ; 
That to Thy gracious throne may rise 
Sweet incense from some sacrifice, — 
Uplifted eyes undimmed by tears, 
Uplifted faith unstained by fears, 
Hailing each joy as light from Thee, 

Dear Lord, from Thee. 



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Something, my God, for Thee, 

Something for Thee ; 
For the great love that Thou hast given, 
For the great hope of Thee and heaven, 
My soul her first allegiance brings, 
And upward plumes her heavenward wings, 
" Nearer, my Gcd, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! " 




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THE CARVER'S LESSON. 

RUST me, no mere skill of subtle 
tracery, 
^ dm No mere practice of a dextrous hand, 
Will suffice without a hidden spirit, 
That we may or may not understand. 

And those quaint old fragments that are left us 
Have their power in this, — the artist brought 

Earnest faith and reverent patience only 
Worthily to clothe some noble thought. 

Shut there in the petals of the flowers, 
Round the stems of all the lilies twine, 

Hide beneath the bird's or angel's pinions, 
Some wise meaning or some thought divine. 

Place in stony hands, that pray forever, 

Tender words of peace ; and strive to bind 

Round the leafy scrolls and fretted niches 
Some true loving message to your kind. 



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Some will praise, some blame, and some for- 
getting, 

Come and go, nor even pause to gaze ; 
Only now and then a passing stranger 

Just may linger, with a word of praise. 

But I think, when years have floated onward, 
And the stone is gray and dim and old, 

And the hand forgotten that had carved it, 
And the heart that dreamt it still and cold, — 

There may come some weary soul, o'erladen 
With perplexing trouble of the brain, 

Or, it may be, fretted with life's turmoil, 
Or made sore by some perpetual pain ; — 

Then I think those stony hands will open, 

And the gentle lilies overflow 
With the blessing and the loving token 

That you hid there many years ago. 

And those tendrils will unfold, and teach him 
How to solve the problem of his pain, 

And those birds' and angels' wings shake down- 
ward 
On his head a meek and quiet rain. 



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Elim, or Hymns 



While he marvels at his fancy finding 

Meaning in that quaint and ancient scroll, 

Little guessing that the loving carver 
Left the lesson for his weary soul. 




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MARAII AND ELTM. 
Exodus xv. 23-27. 

O-DAY 't is Elim, with its palms and 
wells, 
And happy shade for desert-weariness; 
'Twas Marah yesterday, all rock and sand, 
Unshaded solitude and bitterness. 

Yet the same desert holds them both ; the same 
Soft breezes wander o'er the lonely ground j 

The same low stretch of valley shelters both, 
And the same mountains compass them 
around. 

So is it here with us on earth ; and so 

I do remember it has ever been ; 
The bitter and the sweet, the grief and joy, 

Lie near together, but a day between. 

Sometimes God turns our bitter into sweet ; 
Sometimes He gives us pleasant water- 
springs ; 



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Sometimes He shades us with His pillar-cloud, 
And sometimes to a blessed palm-shade brings. 

What matters it ? The time will not be long ; — 
Marah and Elim will alike be past ; 

Our desert-wells and palms will soon be done ; 
We reach the city of our God at last. 

O happy land ! beyond these lonely hills, 
Where gush in joy the everlasting springs ; 

O holy Paradise ! above these heavens, 

Where we shall end our desert-wanderings. 




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Ah many a time we look on starlit nights . 

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

A pathway opens from the tomb 

Art thou weary ? art thou languid ? 

Behind them lies the desert waste . 
Behold ! a Stranger 's at the door! 
Brief life is here our portion 
By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored 
By Nebo's lonely mountain 

Calm lay the city in its double sleep 
Came North and South and East and West 
Come, Lord, and tarry not 
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come ! 
Come, my soul, thou must be waking . 
Come, O Thou Traveller unknown 
Come ! ye lofty, come ! ye lowly 
Cross, most adored ! to thee I give my heart 

Darker than night, life's shadows fall around us 

Darkly rose the guilty morning 

Dear little One ! how sweet Thou art 

Dear Saviour of a dying world 

Down below the wild November whistling 

Faith is a very slender thing 

Far from the Shepherd's one true Fold I stray 



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Father ! for Thy kindest word 

Father, my cup is full ! . 

Father of Love, who didst not spare 

For all who in Thy steadfast faith 

Forth from the city gate 

Fresh glides the brook and blows the gale 

From England's gilded halls of state 

riom tangled ways by which I wandered far 

Give Me to drink ! And who and what art Thou 
God the Father, be Thou near 



Hark the sound of holy voices . 

He cometh, on yon hallowed Board 

Here is my heart ! — my God, I give it Thee 

Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face 

Here on earth, where foes surround us . 

How long, O Lord, in weariness and sorrow 

I ask not wealth, but power to take 

I bore with thee long weary days and nights 

I come, dear Lord, like a tired child, to creep 

I come, O Lord, to Thy dear face 

I come to Thee to-night 

I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed 

I have a heritage of joy 

In the silent midnight watches 

In those dark hours of bitter woe 

I saw again. Behold ! Heaven's open door 

I think of Thee, my God, by night 

I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God 

It is a day of fear 

I would that I were fairer, Lord ! . 



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Jesu ! behold, the Wise from far 



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Jesu ! guide our way 

Jesu, mighty Sufferer ! say 

Jesus is God ! the glorious bands 

Jesus, pro me perforatus 

Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts ! . 

Jesus, while He dwelt below 

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom 

Left in her little room alone 

Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates 

Lord Jesus Christ, my faithful Shepherd, hear 

Lord, to Thine altar let me go . 

Lord, what unvalued pleasures crowned 

Lo ! the feast is spread to-day 

Love craves the presence and the sight . 

Love, in all its depth and height 

Love's tears fell fast, like the thick rain that weepeth 



Master, where abidest Thou ? 
My God, now I from sleep awake 
Mysterious is Thy presence, Lord . 

No Gospel like this Feast 
Not from Jerusalem alone . 
Now lift the carol, men and maids 

O'er the distant mountains breaking 

Oh, come to me, dear Lord, I pray 

Oh Lord, my God, how long I for the day 

Oh, not alone when blinding tears 

O Lord, the wilderness to me 

O Love, who formedst me to wear 

O Mount beloved ! mine eyes again 

Once I thought to sit so high . 

One by one the sands are flowing . 



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One Priest alone can pardon me . .231 

One sweetly solemn thought . . . 252 

Only waiting till the shadows . . . 259 

On red Rephidim's battle-plain . . 191 

O time of tranquil joy and holy feeling ! . 44 
Out on the world, unheeded, came there One at 

midnight hour . . . 91 

Perpetual peace flows from that word . . 80 

Rejoice, rejoice, believers ! . . .176 

Resting from His work to-day ■ . . 156 
Rest, weary heart . . . * . ' . 49 

Say, art thou wounded, feeble, weak ? . . 75 

She brought her box of alabaster . . . 222 

Silence in the house of prayer . . . 154 

Something, my God, for Thee . . . 322 

Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come . 184 

Supreme High-Priest, the pilgrim's light . . 68 

Sweet Saviour ! bless us ere we go . . 291 

That I am Thine, my Lord and God ! . 51 

The Apostle slept, — a light shone in the prison 254 
The day is past and over .... 286 

The Galilean fishers toil ... 32 

" The Master has come over Jordan " .62 

The merry world did, on a day . . . 78 

The night is far spent, and the day is at hand . 172 

There is an everlasting home . . . 121 
There is a rapturous movement, a green growing . 100 

There is no night in heaven . . . 268 

There was a ship, one eve autumnal, onward . 3 

The rocky path still climbs the glowing steep . 20 

The sick man in his chamber . . .226 



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Weary, working, plodding one . 
We have no home on earth below . 
Were it from my heart alone 
We were not with the faithful few . 
' We would see Jesus;" for the shadows lengthen 
What countless crowd on Sion stands ? 
What time the Saviour spread His feast 
When across the inward thought 
When across the heart deep waves of sorrow 
When apple-blossoms in the spring 
When Jesus came to earth of old . 



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The sun is sinking in the west . . . 125 

The tomb is empty ; wouldst thou have it full ? 

The way seems dark about me ; overhead 

The wise men to Thy cradle throne 

The wonder-working Master . 

The world against me, I against the world 

They are going — only going . 

They have stopped the sacred well which the Pat 

archs dug of old ... 30 

They talked of Jesus, as they went . . 42 

This earth is the court of a palace . . 271 

Thou art, O God, my East! In Thee I dawned . 15 

Thou Bread of Life, upon Thy tcngue . 129 

Thou didst love the evening hours . . . 275 

Thou knovvest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow 25 

Thou passest by — Thy awful step I hear . 76 

Thou, th;*t on the first of Easters . . . 165 

Through miry paths I labored on . . 115 

Through my life, Thy spirit striving . , . 9 

Through paths of pleasant thought I ran . 1 

To-day 't is Elim, with its palms and wells . 327 

True Bread of life, in pitying mercy given . 139 

Trust me, no mere skill of subtle tracery . .324 



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When languor and disease invade . . 65 

When the house doth sigh and weep . .187 

When, wounded sore, the stricken soul . 112 

" Who for the like of me will care ? " . . 311 

With all the powers my poor soul hath . 143 

Ye have not sowed in vain 1 . . . 315 



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